Chapter five

Their tutors now took the scarves, tied a knot in the middle and shoved that behind their teeth before they knotted the end in their napes. As the man had said, it was a rather symbolic gag. Then, each of the girls was gently grabbed by her arm and led into the garden again.

Linda realized that their ankle cuffs not only forced them to take small steps, but also to swing their hips when they walked and she almost felt the slave trader`s boss` eyes on her bottom. However, she knew that this was only a minor discomfort.

Now, she found some time to look at the garden. It was surrounded by a wall of some four yards and it seemed that there were no other houses around. She also could see that this actually wasn`t a mansion, but rather an old fortress that had been dressed up by placing potted plants, the well and by painting the walls.

One of the men now opened a room with tiled walls that only measured some square yard and whose floor consisted of a close-meshed iron grid. They were all pushed inside, meaning that they could not avoid close skin contact.

»Do they want to leave us here, having to stand all night?«, Linda thought with horror. Then, she realized that, though the men had closed the door, it still was not dark. She looked up and saw that the tiny room had no roof. Instead, she could see the faces of two of their captors looking down on them.

»Aauuhhmmm!«

All three women screamed into their gags as a gush of water hit them totally off-guard. From above, the men poured several gallons over their heads, trenching them completely. However, the water was cool, but not really cold and after the first shock, it felt refreshing. Linda felt reminded of an article she had once read about a new invention called a »shower room«.

After a few minutes, the water stopped, but now, they could see that the men dropped an ivory-colored liquid on them.

»We know what it looks like«, one of the men yelled with a smile, »but it`s just some lotion with milk and honey in it!«

Indeed, the liquid smelled good. But now, one of the men ordered:

»Cream your bodies, slaves! And better do a good job, otherwise, we will do it!«

Reluctantly, Linda and Queen Boobs obeyed. The narrowness of the cabin meant that they were rubbing quite a lot of the lotion on Emily`s body, too, whether she liked it or not.

»Ginger, do as you are told!«

With some difficulties, Emily crossed her arms in front of her breasts and shook her head. The man yelled something in Arabic and they heard a creak. Then, more water was poured over them. However, this time, it didn`t drain away through the grid in the floor; obviously, the men had closed a valve.

Since the cabin only had some two cubic yards and was already filled with three persons, the water level rose quickly. When it had reached Emily`s hips, she pulled out her gag and yelled:

»You bastards, are you trying to drown us?«

»Blondie, gag her again!«

Linda stood motionless and more water followed, rising the water level up to Emily`s boobs. The redhead shouted again, but the answer was just another gush of water. It seemed that they had a rather big cistern up there. Now, the water reached up to Emily`s neck whilst Linda`s breasts still protruded from the milky mixture of water and bathing lotion.

»Mph!«

Now, Queen Boobs slang her arms around Emily from behind and nodded towards Linda. She understood and reached for Emily`s gag that hung loosely around her neck.

»Don`t you dare, you baauuhmmph!«

Emily shook her head and tried to kick Linda, but with her cuffed ankles and in the water, it was to no avail. Working together, the two girls managed to cram the knot back into her mouth and to tighten the scarf in the back of her neck. Squirming in the grip of Queen Boobs, Emily groaned and stared daggers at Linda.

The reward was more water and now, it reached up to Linda`s chin. Emily squirmed and Queen Boobs let her go, but with her arms trapped between her companions and her ankles in cuffs, Emily could not keep herself above the water level. So, the others grabbed her and pushed the redhead upwards so she could breathe.

»So, how long do you think you can stay like this, slaves? Oh, and we have not forgotten that you did not follow our order to gag Ginger immediately, Blondie!«

When the water stopped this time, it reached so high that even the tall black girl had to stand on the tips of her toes. She was trying to support both Linda and Emily who, by squeezing their bodies against the narrow walls and themselves, managed to keep their heads above water. But how long would they be able to do so?

»Now, it`s gonna be an interesting night, slaves! That is, if you aren`t willing to cooperate now!«

He waited for the groaning and mewing to die down before he made his offer:

»Now, here is the deal: we will open the drain and then, you will cream your bodies as long and as thoroughly as we tell you! If you refuse, you may try how long you can keep above water like this. Of course, we will add a little more, so Queen Boobs will lose ground contact, too. And if you are trying to fool us, by pretending you will behave, we will stop being so kind and start the real punishment methods! Did you get me? Queen Boobs?«

With a stifled groan, the black girl nodded.

»Blondie?«

Linda nodded, too, looking at Emily with pleading eyes. And so, when the man asked »Ginger?«, she also nodded. Moments later, they heard a gurgling sound and the water began to sink.

Again, lots of lotion was poured over them and this time, they creamed their bodies as ordered. They even obeyed when they were told to wash their butts and between their legs as well. Then, after what seemed ages, another gush of water came so they could wash the remnants of the lotion from their bodies.

Next, they were freed from the cleaning cell and given big towels each. Since the sun had gone down and it had become quite chilly, they dried their bodies without complaints. Then, they were allowed to remove their gags and were given toothbrushes and some paste. First, they had no real idea what to do with these, but one of the men explained it to them, surprisingly friendly, also telling them that by cleaning their teeth regularly, they would stay healthy and white up to their old age.

»Now, for your sleeping arrangements, slaves. Those of you who don`t want to share their bed with us – kneel!«

The three men laughed at how fast even Emily went down on her knees. However, Linda`s tutor went over to her, padding her head as if she was an obedient pet.

»Good, Blondie! It`s not that easy to kneel with bound ankles. The other two looked a bit clumsy, but you swung your hip quite gracefully!«

He looked at her as if he was waiting for something and after a few seconds, Linda whispered:

»Thank you, Master!«

He seemed pleased and now, he took her still wet gagging scarf. By tying another knot over the first, he increased it before stuffing it into her mouth. Then, after he had tied it tightly at her nape, he brought the ends forward and knotted them between her lips. This made the gag more efficient, yet, it was more convenient than what she had had to endure before.

The other two girls were gagged the same way, then, they quickly went for a room adjacent to the cleaning cell. When they came back, the first was carrying a toolbox, the second three sticks. However, they all stared at number three who was holding a scimitar.

»Queen Boobs, stand up and come here to us!«

The black girl gulped and then, with fear in her eyes, she obeyed. The man with the toolbox produced a pair of cuffs that were similar to those who tied her ankles: made of soft leather and secured around her wrists by two small padlocks, they were connected by a very short chain. When the man had tied her hands behind her back, the one with the sword took one of the sticks and stepped behind her. Queen Boobs mewed, but he just measured the distance between her wrists and her ankles with the stick; then, he curt the rest with a blow by his scimitar.

The one with the toolbox now produced two screws with eyelets on their ends and screwed them into the ends of the stick. With two more padlocks, he secured the stick`s upper end to the chain of the girl`s handcuffs, the other to her ankle ties. Now, Queen Boobs could hardly move and no longer reach for her gag.

Linda and Emily could only see her back and so, they could not watch exactly what the man did next, when he put his hand on the girl`s pubic mound and said something in Arabic, but it caused her to whimper.

Next, Linda was tied the same way; she got a stick that fit for her, too. To her slight surprise and relief, the man left her pubic area alone. However, when Emily had been tied, too, he put a strand of her pubic hair between two fingers and plucked on it.

»Tomorrow, we have to see to that, Ginger!«

With a furious grunt, Emily tried to slam his face with her forehead, but tied as she was and being just 5`1``, she only hit his chest, causing the man to laugh. Then, he rummaged through the box and produced a narrow leather belt. Without a word, he slung it around Emily`s elbows and buckled it tight, making her joints meet. Emily squealed and then, she screamed into her gag as the man reached around and put his hands on her breasts she now was forced to thrust out.

»You know that now, helpless as you are, your squirming only turns me on, Ginger?«

For some time, he not so gently kneaded and squeezed her breasts before they had to slowly walk to the third door.

»Your sleeping room, slaves! It`s a bit cozy, but you will have it for your own!«

It was even tinier than a broom closet, about two yards deep and one yard wide. The floor was covered by a thick mattress and on the head side, there was no wall, but instead, just an opening with heavy iron bars. The whole box was also just some three feet high.

Two of the men now grabbed Queen Boobs and shoved her inside. Since she was a tall woman, her head touched the bars as she was pushed in so far they could close the door behind her. However, worse was to come when Linda was pushed inside, too.

For her, it wasn`t so much a matter of length, but when they were lying side by side, their bodies touched and they did not even have the chance of shielding themselves with their arms. Of course, they could have turned back to back, but then, they would have mashed their breasts against the stone walls that luckily were quite smooth.

Now, Emily was put into the tiny cell, too. Before they closed the iron door, one of their captors said:

»Just be glad that you are all together! It will become quite cold in the night and so, you can keep each other warm!«

***

Information! He needed information! So, Kazeem rummaged through any documents he could find in the police office. They had decided that, since the British troops had just been there, it would be the safest place for the next few hours, before Sergeant Adil and his men would come back.

»What do you expect to find, old man? A written contract about the collaboration between the Sergeant and the slave traders?«

Kazeem ignored Arthur`s remark. He knew from his accomplices that they had negotiated with a man from Sur, a city about a day`s journey away from the village.

Since Britain was fighting the slave trade, it had decreased, but still, every year, several thousands of Africans were shipped to the Arabian Peninsula. And since owning slaves had not been outlawed yet, they just vanished and the authorities hardly ever got hold of the criminals.

The men operating in Sur seemed to have specialized on young, pretty women. It had been for commercial reasons, since one could make more profit from those than from ordinary workers. And by some coincidence, Ben had befriended with one of these men. However, they were just middlemen, so to say, as they sold their slaves to other traders that had connections to the North, where nobody could say exactly where the exact border between the British and the Ottoman Empire was located. The giant desert, the Rub` al Khali, was ruled by some local tribes whom nobody could control.

Kazeem had thought of contacting the slave traders at Sur. They were businessmen, after all, and if the prize was right, he would get back Linda from them. However, Omar had told him that they had been offered 5000 Pounds by the man who obviously had tried to make some profit of his own. 5000 for one girl, and now, there were two, plus Ben`s sister Samira. Kazeem still had some 3000, quite a sum, but only sufficient to pay for the black girl who sure sold cheaper than Whites. So, he needed a better offer – or something for blackmailing the slavers.

Then, he saw it. The hint that could perhaps get them back into the game. He grabbed the note, read it again and then, he slammed his hand on the desk.

»Gentlemen, this could be it! However, it won`t be easy and definitely, it will be against the law!«

»Well, we have just quit our jobs to engage in White slavery, so, it would be hypocritical if it would bother me too much!«, Omar said.

»We are doomed anyway«, Arthur added.

»If it helps to get Samira free, count me in«, Ben said.

Smiling, Kazeem ignored the impatience of the others and lit another cigar before he explained to them what he had found out and how that could help them.

***

Inside their tiny prison, the three girls had quickly found out that they could do little to improve their situation. First, Emily, who had been stowed lying above the two others, had tried everything to work on their bonds and gags, but to no avail. With the sticks connecting their bound wrists and ankles, they could not bend their legs. Or, to be more accurate, both Linda and Queen Boobs would have been able to do so, had they been able to bent their arms, but these were trapped under their bodies. And Emily, with her strapped elbows, couldn`t even do that. She had even tried to sit up, to shove her hands closer to their gagged mouths, but all she had achieved was that they now were all covered with sweat and in addition, both Linda and the Black were breathing heavily from having Emily lying on top of them. Sure, the small, but buxom redhead didn`t weigh more than some 110 lbs, but after some time, even that was quite inconvenient.

In addition, the night had come and with it, the cold air. Now, the sweat on their skins had made them shiver and they had come to the conclusion their captors had already had: the only source of warmth were their bodies.

So, Linda and Queen Boobs had turned to their sides and allowed Emily to slide between them, also lying on her side now. It was far from being convenient, let alone modest, but at least, they no longer were freezing.

Linda sighed. Emily was lying with her face towards her, her forehead at about the level of her chin. She felt the softness of Emily`s boobs mashed against her own and whenever the redhead moved her hips, her pubic hair brushed over Linda`s lower abdomen. In the moonlight, she got a glimpse of the Black who twisted her eyes with uneasiness. Since Emily`s hands were tied behind her back, they now were pressed against Queen Boobs` pubic mound and her fingers were almost entangled in her pubic hair. In addition, Emily was wedged between two pairs of ample breasts that heaved from breathing.

»If this is not hell already, it`s definitely an authentic copy«, Linda thought. However, since all three girls had spent a sleepless night, bound and gagged, followed by a strenuous march, they were so exhausted that they soon all were soundly sleeping.

***

Omar still doubted that it had been a good idea to accept Kazeem as their leader. Since the leader of the slave traders they had tried to compete with was living in Sur, he had expected them to go there, but Kazeem had told them they would go to Muscat instead.

»So, we are heading for the Capital, where we can choose whether to be imprisoned by the British or beheaded by the local authorities. And all because of that little piece of paper?«

The »little piece of paper« had been a note that was some year old and that he had found under an old newspaper in the desk drawer. It had been written by typewriter, telling Sergeant Adil that he should prepare for a police raid against the latest activities of slave trading in the area. It had been signed by some Arnold Pettigrew.

»So, they don`t know about Adil`s involvement in the slave trade and order him to do his job! For that, we are going away from where my little sister is!«, Ben had complained. They had left the police station and in the next village, Omar, who was an Omani and therefore the least suspicious, had taken some of Kazeem`s money and gotten them a cart with two mules. Since the soldiers had still been in the village, they hadn`t dared to get back to their boats.

»You still do not understand! Adil is a Sergeant of the Royal Police of Oman – so, why should he receive order from a British authority?«

Omar wanted to answer, but Kazeem interrupted him and continued:

»Of course, the British are the real rulers and in addition, they know that the locals are not really interested in fighting slavery. But why on earth should such a note be sent by the Office for the Economical Collaboration between the Oman and Great Britain? This office has got nothing to do with either crime fighting or military operations!«

It had been the letterhead of the note, with its official blazon and stamps that had made him suspicious. To a normal viewer, it would just have looked very important and official, but Kazeem had been a politician for more than 20 years and he had read enough political correspondence to look for details.

He was sure that this Mr. Arnold Pettigrew was also involved in the illegal slave trade and that the note had been a warning to Adil. He looked at the dark hills in front of them. If he could get this Pettigrew by his balls, he could perhaps get back his beloved Linda. After all, he was not on a crusade to abolish the slave trade, he just wanted his girl back!

***

When the iron door was opened early the next morning, the three girls had been awake for some time. The reason was obvious, when they were standing side by side in front of their captors, a strained expression on their faces and squeezing their thighs together. It was the same reason they had for some hour restlessly rubbed their bodies against each other and moaned with despair: they had to pee badly!

With a sardonic smile, their captors` boss asked:

»So, you`d like a drink, slaves?«

He poured some coffee from a small jug into a cup. The splashing sound caused all three girls to cringe and groan through their gags. He took a sip, then, he again smiled at them:

»Or is it that you have to – how can I say – need to make room for more liquid?«

When they just stared at him, his smile disappeared.

»Answer me, slaves! You are gagged, but you can nod! Do you need to pee?«

It was embarrassing to answer such a question to a man, let alone to a whole group, but panting and groaning, all three women nodded desperately. Now, the man smiled again.

»Well, that`s no problem, since you behaved well – at least two of you! Queen Boobs!«

The Black raised her head and her tutor quickly removed her ankle cuffs and the stick. Then, he opened a door behind which a small outhouse was hidden. Once the girl had staggered inside, he closed the door.

Linda and Emily exchanged a brief look. It seemed that they were given some privacy, but they also had heard him insisting on the fact that only two of them had behaved well.

Queen Boobs was given some five minutes, then, it was Linda`s turn. Once she was alone, she enjoyed the sheer pleasure of relief, letting out a long, deep groan. Then, she just sat there until she was brought outside again. Had she not been gagged, her jaw would have dropped.

Held by the two other henchmen, Emily was crouching over a bowl, shaking her head and cursing through her gag. Her face was as red as her hair and the boss just looked down on her.

»Maybe, your future owner will like to watch you, too! The earlier you learn, the better!«

Then, he crouched opposite to Emily and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him. With his other hand, he began brushing her side.

With some stifled grunts, the girl squirmed and tried to get away from him, but the two men held her in their grip. Obviously, Emily was very ticklish, for she squealed under his touch. Then, she suddenly shuddered and lost control over her bladder.

The man forced Emily to look at him until she was finished. Then, they were all tied with just their ankles cuffed and led to the dining room where breakfast was waiting for them. Emily refused to eat, but both Linda and Queen Boobs found that they were indeed hungry. After the meal, the boss ordered them to kneel side by side.

»Slaves, as I told you, you are here to learn! Some skills, you may already have, but others, we will teach you! So, since you are not meant to stay here forever, we will start at once with personal hygiene!«

Linda expected that they would be cooped up inside the cleaning cell again, but instead, they were told to brush their teeth again. Once the gagging scarves had been reapplied, each was given a hairbrush.

Glad that so far, nothing humiliating had been ordered to them, Linda began to brush her long golden hair. She had always liked doing that, finding it relaxing. Emily, however, had some difficulties getting through her curls and the fuzzy hair of the Black seemed to be like a thicket of hair.

»Blondie, as soon as you are ready, you will assist Ginger with her hair. And if you are done, you both will assist Queen Boobs!«

When Linda obeyed the order, she could again see the expression of contempt in Emily`s eyes. The redhead saw no reason to be as pretty as possible for their abductors, but at least, she allowed Linda to brush her hair. Then, they turned over to the Black. Her shoulder length mane was partially matted and although both girls were handed combs, too, it took them ages and made Queen Boobs whimper with pain more than once until her hair was done.

»Now, just one more thing and we can get over to the next subject! Blondie, come here!«

He made Linda kneel on a small table and ordered her to raise her arms. Then, he stepped behind her and brushed over her armpits with his fingers.

»Nice and smooth, as it should be! Also her legs, very nice!«

He let his fingers wander over her thighs and calves, then, he grabbed her knees and forced her to open her legs as wide as she could. Linda blushed as he brushed over her pubic mound.

»Even here, clean and well shaved!«

To Linda`s embarrassment, he made both the men and also the other captives look between her legs before she was allowed to close her thighs and to get from the table. Emily, who seemed to know what this was all about, shook her head no and tried to get away. Two of the men grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground. The boss said something in Arabic and they dragged her over to an armchair. Despite her resistance, Emily got her wrists tied behind the backrest and also, a tight leather strap was slung around the backrest and her upper body, under her breasts, keeping her fixed to the chair. Then, her knees were bent over the armrests and tied there, forcing Emily to sit with her thighs splayed. She flailed with her lower legs and fumed, but now, they all turned their attention to the Black.

Queen Boobs had to sit on the table, her arms raised and her legs spread. The girl seemed paralyzed from fear and embarrassment, but she offered no resistance as the three henchmen now started to cream her hairy parts with razor foam and then began to strop razor blades at a leather strap. She trembled a little and from time to time, she sobbed, but she did not dare to twitch as the three men thoroughly shaved her armpits, her legs and finally, her pussy. Once they had dabbed her with some wet towels, she had to kneel beside Linda who knew exactly how she felt. it was humiliating to get shaved there, but on the other hand, it turned out less worse than feared once it was done and so, Queen Boobs also was a bit relieved.

Emily moaned and tried to flail, but the three men managed to hold her still and shave her legs and armpits, too. Then, the boss stepped to her and cupped her pubic mound. Again, Emily kicked helplessly with her lower legs and squirmed in her bonds.

»So, you don`t want to be shaved there?«, the man asked with feigned innocence and let his fingers brush through her reddish thatch. Vigorously, Emily shook her head and the man withdrew his hand and stepped away from her.

»You heard it!«

The men put away the razors and everything and Linda was perplexed. Would he really allow Emily to be successful with her resistance? Then, she saw that the slavers` boss had taken something from his pocket. It was two small items that glistered in the sun as he held one in each hand. Then, he approached Linda and Queen Boobs and handed the things to them.

Linda shuddered when she saw what it was. It was a pair of tweezers – and she knew what the next order would be!

»Blondie, Queen Boobs, get over to Ginger and remove her pubic hair! For each hair you look over, you will get one lash with the whip!«

The calm tone of this terrible order made it even more horrifying. Linda shook her head, but then, she heard a loud crack: obviously, one of the henchmen had the whip already at hand!

Slowly, she walked towards the bound redhead who screamed through her gag and thrashed in her bonds. In the corner of her eyes, she could see that the other girl was also approaching Emily.

Again, the man let the whip crack and Linda knelt beside Emily`s lap.

»Nnnnggg! Phhhmmm! Nnngg!«

But Linda did not look at Emily and bent forward. She tried to ignore what she had to do, to ignore Emily`s pleading and raging, to concentrate just on not hurting her co-captive – and to avoid getting whipped!

From bitter experience, Linda knew that getting a pubic hair plucked did not hurt more than plucking a hair from the head. It was just much, much more humiliating. Her fingers brushed through Emily`s thatch and she took a few with the tweezers.

»Mmmrrrrmmmm!«

Emily bounced, but now, the men grabbed her lower legs and the third slung his arm around her lower face and so, she could no longer squirm. In helpless rage, the redhead endured how the two other girls one by one plucked her pubic hair. Finally, she just made small whimpering sounds and sat still, just trembling and occasionally twitching as they were busy with the fine hair between her legs around her labia that were a bit bothersome to get and hurt a bit when plucked.

When they were finished, both Linda and Queen Boobs were covered with sweat and felt as if they had done some really hard work. Their hands trembled as the boss took the tweezers from them. They sank to the ground and the man now bent forward and examined Emily`s pubic area, his face so close she felt his breath on her sensitive, slightly reddened skin. His fingers brushed over every wrinkle and he took several minutes for the humiliating examination, but then, he rose, nodded with a smile and said:

»Good work, Blondie, Queen Boobs! Ginger will reward you later, but now, up to your next lesson, slaves!«

Slowly, very slowly, Linda raised her head, steeling herself to look into Emily`s eyes. However, she was spared the confrontation for the moment; the redhead had fainted. Now, Linda felt just guilty and had to fight back her tears. However, at that moment, another man entered the room. He was wearing a gun and a revolver and he saluted to the boss before he whispered something to him. The slaver seemed a bit concerned and frowned, but when he turned to his henchmen and the captives, he seemed composed. He gave a quick order in Arabic and immediately, both Linda and Queen Boobs got their hands cuffed and the sticks fixed between their wrist and ankle bonds. When Emily had regained her consciousness, she looked at her co-captives with a wild expression and grunted something through her gag, but the man raised his hand:

»Ginger, I fully understand that you wish to thank Blondie and Queen Boobs for their help, but it will have to wait. I just got a message that the British are once again trying to stop me from doing my business!«

He chuckled, then, he continued:

»Actually, it seems that all that unrest started with your initial kidnapping, something I haven`t had anything to do with! But of course, the British take every opportunity to force their will upon us! Really, I am not sure what differs us from a real colony!«

He seemed really upset that the British Empire did not allow him to do his work as a successful slave trader. But then, he seemed to have recovered from his anger. With a loud voice, but in a calm tone, he said to his men:

»Let`s get the slave girls ready for transport!«

***