Jane Randolph
Chapter Two "The Bamboo Cage Is My Home"
The bamboo cage is my home. Resting atop the deck of the steamer
"Omar", I await my fate at the hands of Khalid. I haven't seen him
since we left Belize three days ago. Perhaps he has gone on ahead.
Only the seamen who steer this ship toward my new destiny accompany
me.
So far, I have been almost completely ignored. Twice each day, the
ship's cook brings me a dish of stew and a bottle of water. There is
a bucket inside the cage that I must use for nature's requirements.
It is embarrassing to squat over the bucket while seamen dash about on
deck but I have no choice. When I awake each morning, the bucket has
been emptied and replaced.
As the sun rises on the fourth day, one of the seamen comes to my cage
and unlocks it.
"Out!"
I crawl out and stand, grateful for the opportunity to stretch my
limbs and completely unashamed at exposing my nakedness before this
stranger. Curious how in such a short time my inhibitions have
disappeared. I flex in front of him, showing my breasts in all of
their glory while my arms reach high over my head. He watches me
intently but I can't read any emotion in his eyes.
"Khalid wants you whipped every fourth day until we reach Qatar. Come
over here!"
Horrified, I see no other recourse but to follow. Where could I go?
Four days out to sea left me alone on the steamer with far too many
men to attempt resistance. Meekly, I shuffle along behind him as we
make our way toward the bow of the boat.
Near the bow is the mast of a crane, used to load and unload cargo.
The mast must be at least twenty feet tall and three feet in diameter.
I am pushed up against the metal shaft and at once experience the hot
steel, exposed against the sun for many hours, against my breasts and
stomach. Grasping my hands, he pulls them forward and around the mast
where he ties my wrists together with a short length of rope. My
hair, which is now below my shoulders, is tossed over my right side,
exposing the full length of my back, buttocks and thighs.
"Five should do it," I hear him say as he disappears behind me.
Seconds tick by that seem like hours as I wait for the pain that I
know is coming.
Without warning, my back explodes in a fiery bolt of agony. I leap
up, having no place else to go, and the warm steel of the crane rubs
against my breasts. The second blow comes quickly, before I can
recover from the first and a gasp comes from my lungs as they empty
themselves of air.
Then the seconds pass as I wait, dreading the next stroke and
wondering when it would come. My body tensed as every nerve screamed
in anguish. I was sweating profusely and the salty beads of moisture
burned as if they, too, were strips of leather. The third stroke came
when I was not expecting it and I screamed in agony. My legs
collapsed beneath me and I hung, half-standing and half-kneeling, huge
sobs racking my body. The fourth stroke came up from the deck and
parted my cheeks with such force that it drove my body upward until I
was once again on my feet. I shook my head from side to side in
frenzy, unable to dispel the pain that consumed me. The fifth and
final stroke again caused my legs to collapse and I found myself
hugging the metal shaft on my knees. A bucket of water was thrown
over me and my hands were untied. I lay on the deck, unable to stand
or move for several minutes. Finally, the seaman who had whipped me
came and nudged me with his foot.
"Back in the cage!"
I rose to my hands and knees and crawled across the deck, happy to
collapse inside my bamboo home.
-o0o-
We are now ten days at sea. I have experienced my second lashing at
the hands of the seaman whom I learn is named Tom. He is an
Englishman in the employ of Khalid and I am the fifth female he has
transported to Qatar as Khalid's slave. When I try to tell him of my
past life as a schoolteacher, he turns away, refusing to listen. I
realize that my past is meaningless now; the only thing I have to
think about is the present and my future.
It is dusk and the sea is calm. There is a beautiful sunset on the
horizon and under different circumstances the scene would enrapture
me. There is cause for my concern however. The seamen have been
drinking for several hours now and their talk and laughter grow louder
by the minute. I wonder who is tending to the ship. The cook has not
brought me anything to eat or drink since early this morning.
Two of the seamen stagger on to the deck and leer at me in my bamboo
cage.
"Hey!" one of them shouts, "let's have some fun with the whore!"
Five more of the seamen instantly join them as they gather around my
cage. The smell of whisky is overpowering as I peer up at them in
dismay. One unlocks the cage and drags me out. I am kneeling at
their feet, my head bowed. Despite my resolve, I begin to tremble in
their presence.
"Let's fuck 'er!"
"Naw, let's whip er!"
"Let's fuck 'er and whip 'er!"
"Wait!"
The men turn toward a short seaman with a heavy dark beard. His shirt
is stained and his eyes are bloodshot as he makes his way over to
where I kneel. A sadistic leer peers down at me.
"Let's keel-haul 'er, then fuck 'er and whip 'er!"
All of the men begin laughing and cheering as two men grab me and lift
me to my feet. Awestruck, I can do nothing but stand there while
ropes are tied around my wrists and ankles. Two men dash off and
return shortly with a long length of rope that disappears over the
side of the steamer. The end of this is tied to my wrists while
another piece of rope is brought across the deck and tied to my
ankles.
"No!", I plead as they carry me toward the gunwale. "Don't do this,
please! I'll do anything you want; please don't do this!"
My pleas fall on deaf ears as I am carried to the edge of the ship. A
tug on the rope tied to my wrists pulls me forward and suddenly I am
diving headfirst into the sea. Terrified, I feel the bottom of the
ship scrape my body as I am pulled beneath it. The sound of the
engines roars in my ears and I choke as I swallow seawater. The ship
is rough and I feel my flesh being torn as I am pulled along beneath
it. Just as I feel I am drowning, my head breaks water and I am
pulled up the opposite side of the ship. Sputtering and choking, I
hang by my wrists at the side of the boat while the seamen look down
at me and roar with laughter. Then I feel a tug at my feet and once
again I am under water, being pulled back across the hull of the
steamer. This time my breasts are torn against the rough surface of
the metal and I scream with pain into the watery prison I now find
myself. Far too slowly I am pulled to the other side and finally
lifted, feet first, from the sea; coughing and choking while I fight
for air. Then its back into the water for another trip across the
hull of the boat. It was then that I lost consciousness.
As I come to, I find myself lying on the deck, puking seawater.
Around me stand the crew while one of them is pressing against my back
to expel the water from my lungs. Trickles of blood stream from a
dozen cuts across my breasts and stomach while another series stripes
my back.
Seeing that I am now back amongst the living, the man pumping water
from me flips me over on my back while two men spread my legs apart.
Without ceremony, my reviver drops his pants and guides his stiff cock
into my yawning pussy. I am dry and he experiences difficulty in
entering. I cry out as he plunges into me and my body stiffens. Back
and forth he moves; each thrust a searing agony until I begin to react
to the stimulation. Despite myself, I start to respond to this rape
and my body rises to meet his downward plunge. His hands are on my
tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples while I moan in a mixture of
lust and despair. Unbelievably, I reach out with my arms and pull him
closer to me while the two of us rut in pure animal desire. My orgasm
prompts a guttural cry from my throat while I feel my mate stiffen and
his sperm fills my slit.
The brush with death has created a change in me that I cannot
understand. When the next crewman replaces the first, my body rises
to meet him and I pull him close to me as I did the first. Again we
are two welded into one as each satisfies his sexual appetite in pure
abandon. It matters not that there are witnesses to our act; we are
the only ones in the world for that moment. Never before had I
experienced such complete ascendancy to the throne of gratification.
The third, then the fourth and so replaced the second man on. I was
in the midst of one continuous orgasm that lasted for what seemed
hours. When the last crewman had unloaded his semen, I lay panting on
the deck, my body exhausted. Drenched in now what was sweat, I was
hauled to my feet and taken back to the crane mast where my hands were
lashed high over my head. As they took turns whipping me, I found
myself in almost an out of body experience. The screams I heard
seemed to be coming from someone else; the pain a welcome awareness
that my body now was simply to afford pleasure to men in whatever
manner they saw fit. Numbed from depravity and suffering, I was
barely conscious of being released from the mast and carried forward
to the prow of the steamer. My arms were extended and lashed to the
low railing of the bowsprit while I was lowered to the front of the
steamer. I was now a human bowsprit, lashed to the front of the ship
while spray washed my face and waves burst over my body. It was in
this position that I spent the night.
-o0o-
Twenty-three days after leaving Belize, we reach the coast of Qatar.
Every fourth day, Tom would take me from my cage and apply the five
strokes of the whip just as he had done before. The rest of the crew,
after seeing my response to their gang rape, would take me from my
cage each night and satisfy their urges. I was simply an orifice for
their cocks, eagerly taking them in any of my three openings. My life
had become one of being the ship whore.
My cage is lifted from the deck of the ship by the crane that I spent
so much time beneath. Swung through the air, I am deposited atop a
truck and watch helplessly while the cage is strapped down. The two
Arabs from the truck look at me as if I am no more than a package to
be delivered to their employer. The truck starts and off we go across
the desert.
It seems as if we travel for hours across an endless sea of sand. The
dust is everywhere and it is unbelievably hot. Soon I am covered with
a layer of grime and sweat while the truck tosses from one side to the
other over a bumpy trail. Finally we come to a stop.
I clear my eyes as best I can and look out to see a high wall
extending for as far as I can look. A gate swings open and the truck
starts again. As we move through the gate, I see both men and women
walking casually along city streets. The women have their face
covered with veils; only their eyes peer out at me as we pass.
Several blocks later, the truck stops once again while another gate is
opened. Then it up a long driveway where we pull to a stop outside
the largest home I have ever seen. Easily outdoing the chateaux of
France, this palace must cover an entire city block. Tall spires
reach high into the sky from all four corners and ramparts line the
top of the outer wall. The windows are all barred and for a moment I
think I see a face in one of them. My examination is halted when I
feel the bamboo cage being lifted from the truck and set on the
ground. Then one of the Arabs from the truck unlocks the entry and I
crawl out, relieved at the opportunity to stretch once again. I am
immediately taken by the arms and ushered into the palace through a
heavy wooden door.
Inside the door are two more Arabs, dressed simply in white linen loin
clothes. From their appearance and demeanor, I gather that they are
eunuchs They bow solemnly to the two from the truck and take my arms
to lead me further into the palace.
I am taken to a room where a huge pool sets in the center, steam
rising from the water in it. Two women are standing in the pool,
naked as I am. The eunuchs allow me to step down into the warm water
and I gratefully do so, welcoming the warmth and luxuriating in the
first bath I have had in over three months. The two women move in and
wash me tenderly with a mild soap and shampoo my long hair while I lay
back in utter exhilaration. Far too soon, they lift me from the pool
and dry me with a soft towel. Then fragrant oil is rubbed all over my
body while I sigh with delight. As if on signal, the two eunuchs
reappear and usher me from the bath and back into a hallway.
I am taken into a small room that is completely tiled from floor to
ceiling. There is a table there just like the one my OB used back in
the States. To one side is a small cabinet. Nothing else provides
any clue to the purpose of this room.
The two eunuchs place me on my back atop the table and strap my arms
to the side. My legs are spread and also strapped down, followed by a
heavy strap that goes across my stomach, just below my breasts. Then
they disappear, leaving me to wonder what will happen next.
A few minutes later, an Arab gentleman in a white smock enters the
room and peers down at me. A stethoscope is hanging from his neck,
leading me to believe he is a doctor. While I cannot see, he is
behind me, arranging things on what sounds like a metal tray. Then he
reappears with a tray mounted on a stand next to the examining table.
"I welcome you to the Palace of Emir Khalid al Ben Raz. You are
fortunate to have been selected by our Prince. Your life here will be
one like you never imagined."
I was already sure of that but felt it best to not comment. Silently
I watched as the doctor busied himself with instruments on the tray.
Then he took a small piece of cotton and began to wipe my nipples with
it. The cool liquid caused them to immediately grow more pointed and
I realized he was disinfecting them. Before I realized what was
happening, he grasped my left breast and thrust a needle through the
tender flesh just beneath the aureole. Calmly, he dabbed a drop of
blood with a swab of cotton while working the needle around to enlarge
the hole. After the initial pain, I felt nothing and watched in
disbelief while he withdrew the needle and replaced it with a gold
ring some three inches in diameter. The break in the ring was fed
though my nipple and a spring catch snapped shut when it appeared
through the opposite side. The ring was then reversed slightly,
allowing the break to be hidden inside my breast. Methodically, the
doctor then proceeded to repeat this procedure on my right breast. As
he finished I could feel the cool metal resting against my flesh and
looked down at the adornment that would forever announce to the world
that I was no longer a free woman.
I cringed when the doctor moved to between my thighs and began to
spread the lips of my pussy. Suddenly aware of what was about to
happen, I began to protest but my pleas fell on deaf ears. A sharp
pain caused me to wince as the labia was pierced on each side and
identical rings placed at the entrance to my sex. When the doctor was
satisfied with his efforts, he undid the straps holding me down and
allowed me to stand. I saw myself reflected in a mirror and stared in
wonderment at the transformation of my body. The rings glistened in
the light of the room and I couldn't help but admire myself.
My two eunuchs returned and escorted me from the room and down a long
hallway to a flight of stairs. Up we climbed for several flights
before coming to a landing in front of an ornately carved wooden door.
One eunuch knocked and a muffled sound came from within. The door was
opened and I was escorted inside. Seated on a huge chair mounted on a
low throne sat Khalid.
Following the lead of the two eunuchs, I fell to my knees and bowed my
head.
"Raise your head and place your hands behind it!"
I brought my hands up and locked them behind my head.
"Spread your legs apart as you kneel before me!"
I spread my legs, exposing every bit of my body as I knelt before my
new master. With my hands behind my head, my newly decorated breasts
jut out from my body almost obscenely.
"What is your name?"
I realize that Khalid knows quite well what I was named before he
bought me and I recall the wisdom of Desdemona.
"My name is whatever you wish to call me, Master."
"You will be called Selene."
Khalid lifts a goblet and drinks from it as he studies me. I blush at
his intense stare with the sensation that he can read my thoughts. At
that moment I am close to an orgasm while simply kneeling before a man
I have only seen twice in my life.
"Goban!" The command rings through the room and one of the eunuchs
comes running up to the throne and prostrates himself before Khalid.
"Goban, bring me some bells."
The eunuch rises and dashes from the room. In a couple of minutes, he
returns with a small jeweled box that he hands to Khalid. Khalid
rises and approaches me. Opening the box, he takes out a small bell,
no more than three or four inches high. He proceeds to attach it to
the ring in my right breast. Taking another from the box, he then
attaches it to the ring in my left breast.
"I want to hear those bells ring anytime you are in my presence. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Master," I reply meekly, shaking my tits to the sound of the
tinkle of the little bells. I was secretly pleased with the sound but
kept my head bowed in submission.
"Have you been whipped today?"
Startled at the question, I briefly look up I astonishment. "No,
Master," I whisper.
"You must be whipped every day to remind you of your position. Goban,
bring me the flogger!"
The little eunuch scurries off and returns quickly with a small
leather flogger; strands about eighteen inches long hanging from a
thick handle. He hands it to Khalid and bows as he backs away.
"Stand up, Selene!"
I rise to my feet as Khalid approaches me.
"Place your hands behind your head and spread your legs."
Trembling with a mixture of anticipation and fear, I obey Khalid's
command. As I bring my arms back parallel with my shoulders, my
breasts swell and my nipples harden. The little bells jingle from my
shivering and a thin bead of perspiration forms on my naked flesh. I
can feel myself becoming moist between my thighs as Khalid circles me,
flicking the whip casually and caressing my body.
Suddenly and without warning, he strikes hard across my breasts. My
breath whistles through my clenched teeth and my knees buckle slightly
but I manage to remain standing. Tears form in my eyes but at the
same time I feel myself becoming increasingly hot and moist between my
thighs. I rejoice in the knowledge that I am this man's slave; to do
with what he pleases. As the whip strikes again, I thrust my body
forward to meet it and moan softly as the leather straps caress my
body. No longer does the whip cause pain. It delivers me to heights
that I had never experienced before. Khalid lashes me again and again
until, exhausted, I collapse on the floor. No screams have elicited
from my lungs. I squirm on the floor beneath the tongues of the whip,
unable and unwilling to escape. Only when Khalid tires does the
torture stop. My orgasm continues for long minutes afterwards.
-o0o-
Goban takes me from Khalid's room as soon as I am able to walk. We
follow a long hall and then up several flights of stairs until we come
to another ornately carved door. Goban opens it and motions for me to
enter. I have yet to hear him utter a word.
Inside, I find myself in Khalid's harem. Along one wall are rows of
beds with small stands separating them. Above each bed is a large
ring embedded in the wall from which hang chains with manacles at the
ends. In one corner is a small pool of water, steam rising from it.
Standing in the pool are two women; both naked and adorned with rings
through their nipples just like my own. They look at me curiously and
I return the stare.
At the other end of the room stand several devices of restraint, which
I immediately recognize as the punishment area. Another woman, also
naked, is chained to a cross. Vivid welts criss-cross her body and
her head hangs down with her chin resting on her chest. Her hair
hangs down over her face but I can see that she is quite beautiful.
In the same area are stocks, whipping posts and a rack.
As Goban leaves the room, I hear the door locked behind me. At that
moment, another woman approaches me, smiling. She is gorgeous! The
rings through her nipples and labia glisten as she strides easily
across the room. Her coal-black hair hangs loosely over her
shoulders, framing a beautiful face with high cheek bones and dark
eyes. Her skin is the color of olives and I guess that she is
Arabian.
"Welcome," she says, "to Khalid's palace. We heard that you were
coming. My name is Astrid. What has Khalid decided to call you?"
"Selene."
"Good! Selene, you are the sixth member of our group. The two in the
pool are Casandra and Keli. That is Ramona on the cross. She refused
a Khalid command yesterday and this is her reward."
"I only see four others. Where is the fifth?"
"It is Khalid's practice to lend us to other Sheiks from time to time.
Dahlia is Keli's twin sister. She has been gone for three days now.
I am growing concerned for her welfare. Ahmid, whom she has been sent
to, is known as the most sadistic Chieftain in the land. More than
once has one of his slaves died under his command. We pray for her
safe return."
A bell sounds three times from some distant place and Casandra, Keli
and Astrid immediately start toward the row of beds. I stand,
bewildered, until Goban suddenly appears and takes me by my arm. He
leads me to the bed at the far end of the row and fastens a pair of
manacles to my wrists. By his motions, I learn that I am to lay down
on this bed. Doing so, I find that my arms are held above my head
while Goban fastens two shackles around my ankles to the end of the
bed. I am soundly imprisoned for the night. The other three are
likewise restrained, leaving only Ramona who continues to hang from
the cross. As Goban once again departs, the lights are turned off and
only the soft moonlight illuminates the room. I have come to the end
of my first day in Khalid's palace.
The end of Chapter Two
"My Name is Jane Randolph"
