Chapter seven

Linda could not help trembling like aspen foliage as the man the slaver`s boss had called »Mahmut«, her tutor, left also to get some terrible things to bind and gag her with. She looked at Queen Boobs, still lying on the table, her body arched in a hideous bow, unable to even lie on her side. Beside her, Emily was still kneeling, feeling the strain of the tight and still tightening leather straps that bound her to immobility. The redhead even had her ears stuffed, she was helpless in her own dark, silent hell.

After some minutes, Mahmut came back, over his arm, he had draped what seemed to be dozens of silk scarves.

»A submissive girl like you deserves to be wrapped like a gift, Blondie!«

Compared to how her co-captives had been trussed up, getting bound with silk scarves sounded lenient in comparison. However, there was a glance in Mahmut`s eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

He started by untying her wrists and binding them with a scarf instead. Though he pulled the knots tight, Linda thought that it was tolerable; even when he tied her elbows with a second, she just let out a small moan when her joints met.

Mahmut now draped the third scarf over her shoulders, letting the ends dangle over her thrust out breasts. Then, he reached around her and began to massage them gently, rubbing the silk over her boobs.

»Uuhhmm! Nnnggg!«

He leaned her back, towards his chest, and continued the gentle caress. Linda squirmed, but was unable to shake him off. The smooth silk allowed him to rub her sensitive skin in a way she had never experienced before. She knew that she should resist, but on the other hand, she was helpless in the hands of these men. She had no idea where she was, nobody else except the other damsels or her kidnappers knew it either. She would not be freed in the foreseeable future. And all she could do was to show obedience, to spare her further punishment.

Mahmut was no brute. He now kneaded her breasts, adjusting to her breath, and Linda felt tingling warmth in her chest. Her nipples grew hard and erect and as soon as she had realized that, she felt the man squeeze them between his fingers, just hard enough it sent little strays of joyful pain through her breasts. She let out a groan that was surprisingly loud and made her blush.

»So, you like being touched like that, Blondie?«

For a second, Linda hesitated, ashamed of the truth. But as she felt him tighten his grip on her boobs, she quickly nodded and immediately, he continued handling her gentle. Linda closed her eyes and panted.

»You would want me to continue like that forever, wouldn`t you, Blondie?«

Keeping her eyes closed, she nodded again, arching her back to feel him more. The warm tingling was now straying through her body, sending sparks of arousal down into her lap where she knew sooner or later a fire would start to burn.

»Say it! Say it loud, Blondie!«

He removed her gag and Linda panted and licked her lips. Then, she said with a hoarse voice:

»Yes, Master, Blondie would love it if you continued!«

He withdrew and pulled the scarf tight around her neck, causing Linda to emit a retching sound.

»Well, now, I have other things to do, but good to know!«

He loosened his grip. Then, he tied the scarf around her neck, letting one long end dangle like a leash.

»Time to gag you, Blondie!«

He went for the loincloth of the black girl and held it to his nose. Then, he allowed Linda to smell the fragrance.

Of course, she sensed sweat, but also the musty smell of underwear that hadn`t been changed for several days, maybe weeks.

»You like the fragrance of Queen Boobs, Blondie?«

»No, Master!«

Mahmut stepped behind her and pressed the loincloth over her mouth and nose, forcing her to breathe through it. With his other hand, he reached between her legs from behind, grabbed the dangling scarf and pulled it tight. Linda gasped when the smooth cloth touched her soft flesh.

With his hand over her face, he arched her head back and pressed her down. Then, using the silk band, he pulled her upwards again. He was a strong man and so, Linda had no other choice than to do these involuntary squats, though it made the scarf massage her where she knew it would have some effect, sooner or later.

She breathed heavily, trying to ignore the fragrance of Queen Boobs, but to no avail. She smelled it on every breath and the cloth was also pressed against her lips, so she could taste something bitter and salty.

He intensified moving her up and down, forcing her to thrust her pelvis against the cloth when she got up and letting it loose a bit on the way down, allowing the silk to rub over her clit. Linda moaned through the loincloth over her mouth. Again, she closed her eyes and little later, she felt the little flame between her legs that had been sparked by the fondling of her breasts burn up. She began to wriggle her hips and to move herself in a way it made his touches more intense.

»Oouuhmmm!«

She again let out a loud groan as the cloth slid between her now wet and swollen labia, but this time, she wasn`t ashamed of it. She moved back and forth, literally riding the cloth and letting it rub over her sensitive spot.

Her next moan was loud and she could breathe more easily. Linda felt that Mahmud had changed his position: he now had one of his hands between her legs whilst his other cupped one of her breasts, kneading it and slightly pinching her nipple. Then, she felt his thumb on her clit, pressing her hot button and encircling it whilst his other fingers brushed her labia. Somehow, his hand felt strange, but it felt good, so good! Linda accelerated her moves and when he thrust two fingers inside her, she screamed with passion. Mahmud now fondled her breast more roughly and stiffened his fingers as he pushed them inside her, faster and faster. It didn`t take long and Linda screamed in the throes of a wonderful orgasm.

When the arousal slowly faded away, Linda blinked and blew away a strand of her hair hanging in front of her eyes. She could see the other three men looking at her and she blushed.

»What have I done?«, she thought with embarrassment and sank to her knees. She would have wished to lie down and hide her face, but Mahmut used the neck scarf as a leash and held her upright. She leaned near his manhood and she knew, had he now ordered her to take him into her mouth, she would have done it.

However, he still rubbed over her moist middle, then, he brought his hand to her face. Linda now could see why his hand had felt strange: he had fingered her with the loincloth draped over his hand.

»Perhaps, you will like the fragrance now, Blondie, after I helped you to spice it up!«

Again, he forced her to smell it, her own arousal mixed with the odor of Queen Boobs. Linda gasped and though a part of her still revolted, she answered:

»Yes, Master, thank you, Master!«

Mahmud told her to kiss the wadded, now dripping wet loincloth, then to lick it and suck on it. Linda obeyed, still too puzzled and too exhausted and at the same time so pleased that she could not resist. Mahmut now put the gag away and she saw him press it together until a few drops landed on the floor. Then, he wrapped something white around the greyish cloth. It was Emily`s second stocking.

He grabbed her scalp and bent her head back as he thoroughly stuffed the giant wad into her mouth. Linda retched as he sensed the mélange of Emily`s sweaty feet, Queen Boobs sweat and juices and her own arousal, but he managed to cram the whole dense packing behind her teeth where he secured it with a scarf, pulled so tightly between her lips it cut into the corners of her mouth.

Mahmut now took the scarf that dangled from her neck and tied a few knots in it. When he pulled it between her legs again, Linda was still so wet it slid into her and he tied it off in a way she would not be able to remove it. She had enough movement to get one of the knots massage her clit whilst others caressed her inside and rubbed between her buttocks. Linda gulped and felt an awfully, yet excitingly tasting trickle run down her throat.

»Don`t worry, Blondie, you will be allowed to have as much fun with the crotch rope during the trip as you like. I will tie you in a way you will be able to move just enough. But I have to take care you don`t frighten the dromedary.«

He tied a knot in a thick scarf and pushed it between her open jaws, tying it off over the cleave gag already there. Now, Linda felt the gag touch the back of her throat and again, she was forced to swallow the mixed juices of her and the two others.

Mahmut tied a third scarf over her mouth before he stuffed her ears with cotton wool. Then, he placed a folded scarf over her eyes and tied it in place with another one. A sixth scarf was tied over Linda`s mouth and nose, then, Mahmut wrapped an entire silk bandage of some 100 feet numerous times over her mouth and her eyes before knotting it off.

Linda, now reduced to her sense of feeling, recognized he tied her hair together with some thin strap. A similar strap bound her big toes together and then, she was tightly wrapped in a large silk sheet, covering her from her neck to her ankles. This was secured by leather belts he tied around her body, above and below her breasts, at her waist and at her knees. Then, she was lowered to the ground.

The boss now examined the three naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded captives and seemed satisfied with his men.

»One last thing!«

He sent Ahmed, who had the sharpest ears, to the open door and then, he raised his hand and slapped Queen Boobs` butt as hard as he could.

»Mhhrrmmm!«

The black girl squirmed and fluttered with her legs. The boss asked:

»Ahmed?«

»I heard a loud clap, but nothing else!«

He nodded and reached for Emily`s breast strap, giving it a sharp pull.

»Nnnnngggg!«

She panted heavily, only recognizing that this even increased her pain.

»Ahmed?«

»Nothing!«

The boss stepped over to Linda, bent down and slapped her hard on her bare soles. Again, Ahmed could not hear her faint whimpering and the boss was pleased. None of the girls could make a sound worth mentioning.

The three men now each carried their damsel to the court where the servants had already prepared five camels: three for them, one for their luggage and one for the girls. The latter was lying on the ground and it had two large wicker baskets tied to its sides. In the left, Queen Boobs was put on her belly whilst Emily was sat into the right. Then, they draped a blanket on the ground and put the cocooned Linda on it. making sure that the cords bound to her hair and to her toes were protruding on the ends, they wrapped her into the blanket and secured it with rope before the girl was loaded on the camel`s back and secured by more ropes. her head now hung over Emily`s head, her feet over Queen Boobs.

Ahmed now tied the cord around Linda`s scalp to the strap around Emily`s curls. It would keep the redhead in her kneeling position and also hurt Linda a bit. her toes were tied to the Black`s bonds to keep her nice and stretched. Then, they draped a light cloth over the baskets that would protect the girls from the sun, but still enable breathing.

Even from close distance, they looked just like a normal caravan when they left the fortress. The men, now all well-armed, slowly rode towards the Rub` al Kali – into the fire.

***

»He`s coming! And he`s wearing his cap!«

Omar had spoken without moving his lips, but Kazeem had understood him. He shifted on the cart`s seat and seemingly coincidental, he scratched his head with the grip of his whip; it was the sign for Arthur to start his show.

He had spent the last evening to prepare every detail of the abduction, since he wanted to start the assault as soon as possible. They had turned the open cart into a covered wagon and bought or organized everything Kazeem had said they would need. It were plain harmless items, except for the narcotic that Omar had ready in his flask. Also, Kazeem had a small bag with something Arthur had had to organize for him; the young man had fulfilled his order quite deliberately, since it had gotten him into one of the few semi-legal brothel of Muscat.

»Such an effort for gagging a girl?«, Omar had asked when Arthur had come back, obviously in high spirits and relaxed at the same time. He had understood that a European would be the least suspicious in a brothel, but he did not get the point in risking that one of them got caught just to get them a pair of knickers.

Kazeem took the black undergarment and inhaled the fragrance, a mixture of perfume and a specific female fragrance. He had told Arthur to ask for a used pair, since he would be on his ship for several weeks and needed a memory of better times.

»If you insist on gagging the little tart with a pair of knickers, why not use her own«, Omar insisted and Kazeem once more started his explanation:

»We have to play rough to succeed! That is why I am only referring to our target as ›Little Whore‹, ›Little Tart‹ or similar names. If we have to fall back on plan B, we have to sell her to the slavers, in exchange for getting at least Ben`s sister back. Ant this will be easier if we consider her just a little whore, not the poor victim of unscrupulous criminals.«

Kazeem left it ambiguous if his last words meant the slavers or him and his posse. He looked at the men he had to work with. Omar seemed to be the most intelligent whilst Arthur was the most ruthless. Ben was strong, but good-hearted, but he had managed to make him accept that what they did was justified.

»The little bitch is perhaps really not a good person. Of course, she fell into the clutches of the slavers, but that does not make her a better person. Of course, she sure did not go with Pettigrew on her own free will, but because he had chosen her and she saw a chance of avoiding an even worse fate. But – she is still with him! I mean, she is allowed to leave the house, but she stays with him! She could go for the authorities and take care that they do something against the slavers Pettigrew cooperates with, but instead, she stays with him and accept to be his well-paid plaything!«

Of course, his argumentation wasn`t exactly accurate, but as a politician, he had been able to compensate that with his rhetoric skills. In addition, he had told them that it would be helpful to treat their victim harsh from the very beginning.

»It`s all about emotions. If she wakes up from her unconsciousness and finds herself naked, bound and gagged, unable to see, humiliated and exposed to four strangers, she will be scared and embarrassed and it will help to keep her from thinking clear. Besides – if our original plan works, she will tell Pettigrew how terrible it was being in our clutches. He will be mad with rage and therefore, he will make mistakes – mistakes that will help us to make our getaway.«

»And what has all this to do with the knickers I had to get for you?«, Arthur had asked.

»Well, to show Pettigrew that I am serious, I will send him our letter together with his Mistress` knickers. And I need also a pair for a gag that is both effective and humiliating.«

At that point, the men had stopped asking. Maybe, they just considered him a sadistic pervert – and maybe, they were right. But he also was the only one who could think strategically and who had a plan that stood a fair chance. Without him, they would all be behind bars now.

He saw Arthur, shaking a bottle in his hand, stumble over the place and running into a stall with pottery on it. With a loud crack, some of these broke and a few seconds later, Arthur, the shop owner and a growing group of people were crowding and shouting at each other.

With a tap of his whip, he made the muses step forward a bit, blocking the narrow road their target would use except for a small gap. He heard the curses of a few men that had to squeeze through it to see what was happening. As he had expected, it were the men who did so whilst the women were waiting, trying to avoid close contact to men. Kazeem pretended that his mules were just stubborn and apologized verbose for causing inconvenience. However, most people just did not take notice, for they wanted to watch the beginning brawl.

Now, there were just six persons left in the narrow road: Ben, who had fallen back a bit, Omar, who pretended he was fixing his shoelace and four women. One of them was the black woman, today wearing a deep red dress and a straw hat. Kazeem saw that she would reach the gap before the three other women, but Omar reacted quickly:

»Miss?«

When the woman looked at him, he took out an envelope and waved her towards him. She seemed reluctant, but Omar added, lowering his voice:

»Please, Miss, it is a message for Mr. Pettigrew!«

In the corner of his eyes, Kazeem could see that the other three women had passed the gap and now, Ben was blocking it with his bulky body. Now, the girl seemed to be curious and approached Omar.

»Just give it to meeeuhhmmmm!«

When she reached for the envelope, Omar dropped it and grabbed her wrist. With a quick move, he pulled her towards him and pressed the rag he had hidden behind his back over her face. The same moment, Ben jumped forward, trapping the girl`s arms from behind. She let out a muffled scream and flailed with her legs, but could not scream or break free. After what seemed ages to Kazeem, her movements became weaker and slower and she passed out. Still, the people where occupied by the quarrel. The shop owner now was chasing Arthur around his stall, wielding a whip.

Ben and Omar now lifted the canvas on the cart and dragged the girl on the load before climbing on it themselves. Kazeem let the whip crack and their cart slowly moved forward. He had to force himself to keep a low speed. If they would raise attention now, everything would have been futile.

However, when he looked over his shoulder, he could see that still nobody took care of them. On the ground, he saw the straw hat and the envelope, but now, it was too late to get them. The envelope was empty, anyway.

He heard some rustling and saw that Ben and Omar were busy binding and gagging the unconscious girl and pull a sack over her. Then, Omar climbed beside Kazeem and said:

»The little tart bit my hand!«

»Well, there is no victory without a battle!«

As on keyword, Arthur now jumped out of a gap between two houses and climbed on the load. His clothes were in rags, he had several bruises and also two bloody scores where the shop owner had hit him with his whip.

»Damned! Now, I know why you sent me to the brothel! It was a compensation for getting through this!«

This broke the tension and even Ben and Kazeem joined in the laughter. Then, Kazeem told them to be silent and that Ben and Arthur should duck, for they were approaching the city gate. In his head, Kazeem repeated what to tell the two guards standing there, but they did not even seem to notice the cart that passed the door among other, more or less similar vehicles.

Only after some mile, Kazeem felt his tension ebb away. He let out his breath and concentrated on finding a hideout. Of course, the rural area around Muscat offered plenty of barns and stables, but most of them were used by the peasants and shepherds living there.

He heard a faint moaning from the cart`s load. Obviously, the little tart had regained consciousness. The sack began to move, but Ben had no difficulties in pinning the squirming captive to the ground. Now, she let out a muffled cry.

»Ah, come on, Black Pearl! Don`t you tell me you don`t like the taste of your gag! After all, these knickers belonged to a girl whose name is ›Sweet Rose of Aden‹! Sounds like a perfume, doesn`t it?«

»Mmhrrrmmmm!«

»She told me that she has only worn them when on duty – since the beginning of her career!«

Again, the woman moaned and struggled. Kazeem smiled: this Arthur seemed to have some natural talent as a torturer.

As if he had heard Kazeem`s thoughts, Arthur now made a sign towards Ben to turn the girl onto her belly. Then, he groped for her butt and gave her a hard slap. The girl`s bottom was upholstered by her knickers, her underskirts and her dress, also by the sack, so, it could not have hurt her much, but it was a humiliating punishment and she again screamed through her gag.

»Silence!«

He hit her again.

»Mhhrrrrmmm!«

Slap.

»Nnngggg!«

Slap.

The spanking continued for quite some time until the captive finally gave up moaning and waited for her fate in silence.

***

Dromedaries are not the fastest mounts, but they are very persistent and can keep up a considerable speed over long distances, especially if they were as well kept and fed as those of the slavers. Ahmed, Mahmut and Yusuf were all Bedouins and knew how to keep their dromedaries in excellent shape and health.

Being the most experienced, Yusuf had taken the lead of the group. He knew that the first oasis at the edge of the great desert was some 160 miles away. Even loaded as they were, the dromedaries could run ten miles an hour, so, since they had left at about 8 o`clock in the morning, they would reach their destination around midnight if they rode nonstop. And they had already decided to do so. Once there, both the animals and they themselves could relax and regain their strength. And their captives would simply have no other choice.

In their profession, there was no space for pity or weakness and so, they cared for the three naked, bound and gagged girls only so far as to not diminish their value. Regularly, and without dismounting or even lower their speed, they lifted the cloth covering the wicker baskets to see if the girls were still breathing and on that occasion, they also poked the rolled bundle that contained Linda, causing her to twitch and so to give proof she still was alive.

However, Linda wasn`t sure whether she still was alive. Perhaps, she had died and was in hell now. In a dark, silent and hot hell. Her bonds were not the worst she had endured in the last year of her life, but they prevented her from moving and struggling. In fact, she was wrapped and packed so well she could not move enough to get the promised fun from her crotch rope.

Linda would have never thought that this could concern her, but she was lying on her belly and the slight swaying of the camel made one of the knots in the silk scarf pulled between her legs constantly rub over her clit. However, the movement just wasn`t enough to get her over the brink, no matter she tried from time to time. The touch was there, irritating her, even slightly arousing her. It was warming her up, but not getting her any relief or distraction.

Speaking of warmth, the heat had become unbearable. She was wrapped not only in a silk sheet, but also in a blanket and above, the cloth had been draped. However, this cloth had been fixed loosely and so, it billowed, sending some cooling air to the damsels. It helped to prevent a heat stroke, but Linda had greedily sucked on her vile tasting gag, as if the mix of saliva and other juices had been the sweetest water.

She could not make a sound worth mentioning, and since her ears were stuffed, she had stopped trying after a short while, since it felt strange not to hear her muffled screams. Blindfolded and deafened, she had no idea how long their journey went or where they were. They could have been in a city right now, with rescuers just yards away and she would be unaware of it. All she could do was to concentrate on breathing.

More and more, she dozed off, but it was three things that kept her from passing out completely: from time to time, she felt a nudge to her side or her back. Also, the strings bound to her hair and to her toes tightened occasionally and Linda presumed that they were connected to her co-captives somehow. At least, it told her that they were still alive.

The third inconvenience, however, was the cloth that protected them from the sun and created some air ventilation. But when it fluttered, it sometimes brushed over Linda`s bare soles and though she wasn`t as ticklish as Emily, she twitched and squirmed on every occasion.

The redhead, however, would deliberately have swapped position with Linda. She was kneeling on her aching shins, kept from falling to the side by the string that tied her hair to that of Linda. It slightly pulled on her scalp, but compared to other things, this was just a minor discomfort.

Her arms hurt from being tied so tightly, her shoulders were aflame from being constantly pulled backwards by the elbow tie. The leather had now dried out completely and the man had chosen the exact tightness of her bonds to just not prevent blood circulation. However, her fingers were numb now and the strap compressing her breasts made even the simple task of breathing inconvenient.

Her mouth stuffed with Linda`s knickers, gagged to silence, blindfolded and with her ears stuffed, Emily had also no idea how much time had passed. In addition, she had no distraction from her world of pain – well, almost not.

The man who had tied her had said that the only possibility of fighting her pain was embedded between her legs. The leather tied there had tightened, too, feeling more than inconvenient between her buttocks and also pressing the pearl string against her pubic mound.

»The wetter you get, the less pain you will feel!«

Emily had never been with a man so far, but she of course knew what getting wet meant. How it felt. How good it felt.

She groaned into the knickers stuffing her mouth, inaudible both to her and anyone else. If she gave in, if she would start rocking her hips – one of the few movements her stringent bondage allowed –, her captors would have won. She would have shown that they had been able to break her, to make her do something unspeakable, just to escape pain.

She moved her hips a bit. The pearls were on the right places and it would technically work to masturbate. Doing the forbidden thing, as her teachers had called it. The forbidden thing, the sin that tasted so sweet as the apple must have tasted that Eve had eaten-

»The only distraction lies between your legs!«

»The wetter you get, the less pain you will feel!«

The voices that she heard whisper in her deafened, black and painful world became louder, constantly weakening her resistance…

Though she neither had the previous experience with being bound and gagged Linda had nor she was a fighter like Emily, it was Samira who was the most relaxed of the three girls. Of course, she was not enjoying her trip, naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded, but she wasn`t as scared to death as she had been before.

The ropes that encircled her whole body and that made her a helpless bundle were tight and kept her from moving much, but they were not painfully tight. Sure, her muscles ached and she would have given five years of her life for just being able to stretch her legs or scratch her nose, but it was tolerable to her. Besides, she had a few things to think of.

Like Emily, Samira had never been together with a man, but of course, the 18 years old girl was curious. Not as curious as that she had anticipated her fate, but the ropes between her legs, a continuing massage, since the camel always made her rock back and forth slightly, just made her very aware of her womanhood. It almost felt like a rough hand there.

Samira moaned and squirmed, causing her boobs to thrust against the ropes constricting them. She felt a tingle in her nipples, a little painful, but also warm and promising. And suddenly, she reminded how Ahmed had kissed her.

He had tricked, even betrayed her – but it had been her first real kiss. And like every girl, she had dreamt of that moment since she had developed interest in men. And besides, it had felt good. First, she had been just scared; then, it had felt strange when he had pushed his tongue into her mouth. But then, when she had started to react, allowing their tongues to play with each other and enjoying his lips, she had, at least for the moment, liked it. It was something she definitely wanted to experience again.

She sighed and shifted her position the little she could. it caused the ropes between her legs to move, too, and when she rocked forth, her boobs rubbed over the wicker surface and another wave of pain and pleasure strayed from her nipples. Samira increased her squirming.

It was in the midst of the night, just as Yusuf had guessed, that they reached the oasis. It looked almost like a postcard motive, with a little pond, surrounded by bushes, and even a few palms. But what interested Yusuf more was the fact that they were alone. Sometimes, other Bedouins used the oasis, too and he definitely didn`t want to have company right now.

»All right!«, he yelled, »Let`s take care of the dromedaries and the load – in exactly that order!«

***