Chapter eight

»All right, let`s stop here!«

They were some five miles outside the city. Here, Kazeem had found what he needed: a barn that not only looked abandoned, but that was also some 100 yards off the path. Ben dumped the now silent damsel over his shoulder and they climbed down the hill to the small hut, except for Omar who was waiting by the cart.

It contained nothing but some old straw, but it was sufficient for their needs. Kazeem took a bucket he had brought with him, turned it upside down and placed it under the ceiling beam. Then, Arthur threw a rope with a noose tied to it over the beam. Ben looked at that with some concern.

»Is that really necessary?«, he asked. Kazeem ignored him and told him to make the girl stand on the bucket. With bound legs, she was shaking, but managed to keep balance. Kazeem now told Ben to remove the sack from her, but to place the noose around her neck. Since he would have to negotiate with Pettigrew, it didn`t matter that the little tart would see him, too.

He looked at the girl that had her hands bound behind her back and her mouth stuffed with the strange knickers, secured by a tight cleave gag. Her eyes were widened with fear, but she remained calm and silent.

»I have always loved the English metaphor of ›kicking the bucket‹! Well, sometimes, it can also meant literally!«

Arthur pulled on the rope and took care the noose was loose enough not to block breathing, but also tight enough that the girl could not crouch or jump from the bucket. Once Arthur had tied off the rope, Kazeem kicked slightly against the bucket, just to show the girl it was not very stable.

»As you see, Black Pearl, you should avoid sudden movement. You should also avoid not to follow our orders, as this could cause sudden movement!«

He made a sign for Arthur who slapped her butt. Now, she had to squirm to keep balance and let out a small grunt. Kazeem asked:

»Did you understand the rules so far, Black Pear?«

With a whimper, she nodded and Kazeem ordered Ben to untie her wrists and ankles. She rubbed her wrists, then, she wanted to reach for her gag, but Kazeem stopped her.

»Keep that in, little tart! It is quite fitting, don`t you agree – a whore`s knickers for a corrupt man`s whore!«

Kazeem managed to sound really outraged. The girl tried to speak through her gag, but he raised his hand.

»Call me a traditionalist, but I will do all negotiations with your Master! There is no need for you to talk as long as you are in our hands!«

He now could see a glimpse of hope in her eyes, telling him she had understood the subtext of his words: her ordeal would be temporary if Pettigrew did what they ordered him to do. With a smile, he continued:

»Am I right that you`d wish to get through this as fast as possible – maybe tomorrow?«

He did not intend to let the little tart go that fast. If Pettigrew would agree in getting them the girls back, he would keep her at least until they had them in their hands and had made their getaway. And if Pettigrew would refuse to cooperate, the Black Pearl would end in the custody of the slavers. But he now wanted to give her some hope, to make her more cooperative, too.

The girl nodded and Kazeem smiled again.

»Good! Now – strip!«

»Mmhhmm?«

»You heard me – didn`t you?«

With a quick move, he pushed against the bucket with his cane, causing it to shake. The girl raised her hands and mumbled something through her gag. The three men sat opposite to her, waiting. Reluctantly, she reached behind her back and started to undo the hooks and buttons of the upper part of her dress. When she slipped out of it, she revealed a white camisole and an ivory colored corset with a floral pattern.

»Come on, Black Pearl, give us a bit of a show!«, Arthur yelled. The girl sighed, but indeed, she put her hands on her hips and uneasily rocked them a bit. Then, she reached behind her back again and seconds later, her skirt slid down.

Kazeem made a gesture to her to get on and one by one, she removed her white silky underskirts. Kazeem looked at her legs, clad in white stockings held by ivory colored garters that were attached to her corset. He recognized she had her frilly white knickers pulled over the garters. Perhaps, this made it easier for the girl if she had to relieve herself, he thought.

She seemed relieved when she didn`t have to go further. Kazeem told ben to tie her wrists again. When she was tied up, he stepped behind her.

»You seem a bit nervous, little girl! You are breathing heavily and with that tight corset, you might faint. And fainting with a noose around your neck, standing on that shaky bucket, would be a bad idea!«

Again, he slightly jerked the bucket, causing her to moan. Then, he began to work on the laces of her corset, loosening, but not opening it.

»There, doesn`t that make breathing a lot easier?«

He allowed her to take a few breaths before he grabbed her camisole and ripped and tore, until he could pull the rags from her and throw them to the growing pile of clothes at her feet. Arthur gathered them and put them into the sack they had brought her in with.

»You won`t need them as long as <ou are under our custody!«

Kazeem nodded approvingly. Arthur really would be a good henchman if he ever intended to get into the slavery business.  He reached around her and pushed his hands into her corset.

»Uuhmmph! Nnngggg!«

She squirmed, but stopped as this made the bucket sway dangerously, helplessly allowing him to peel her breasts from the corset.

»What a shame to mash these splendid melons like you did, Black Pearl! However, I can understand why you are wearing a corset. Nothing emphasizes the boobs and hips of a girl better than a wasp waist!«

He began to work on the laces of her corset, not bothering to cover her breasts with it. Kazeem pulled tight, until the girl groaned. He stopped, then, he pulled the laces even tighter and knotted them off.

»Really, it has the desired effect«, he said, wandering around her, looking at the girl. The corset made indeed look her hips more round and also pushed her bared breasts a bit, though he had to admit that they were ample anyway.

»Comfy?«, he asked with feigned concern. With a strained expression on her face, the girl shook her head. Kazeem nodded.

»Good! Now, shake these melons for us!«

»Nnnggg!«

She shook her head again and this time, Kazeem spanked her butt. She jumped forward a bit, but immediately staggered with her legs to regain balance. He raised his hand again, so she could see it. The girl let out a muffled scream, but then, she began to shake her upper body, making her breasts hop.

Kazeem noticed that Ben seemed a bit uneasy, but Arthur had started to clap his hands in the rhythm of a shanty song and was obviously enjoying the show. When the song was over, he hooted whilst the girl was sweating, since the tight corset had even made that little effort quite strenuous. Kazeem gently padded her butt.

»All right, any volunteers to lick the sweat from her breasts whilst I have a cigar?«

As he had expected, Arthur stormed forward, licking his lips with a wolfish grin whilst Ben remained sitting. Kazeem went over to the black man, hiding the now squealing woman with his back, and said:

»Always remember, it`s for our cause, Ben!«

»Sure you are not just a sadistic pervert, like this jerk?«, Ben growled. Kazeem lit his cigar, took a drag and looked directly at Ben`s eyes:

»Have you ever read Kant?«

Ben frowned and looked puzzled.

»Reading a cunt? What are you talking about?«

Kazeem smiled at the misunderstanding.

»Kant, Immanuel Kant, a German philosopher. In short, he said that if you have a duty to do, you have to fulfill it under any circumstances. And if that duty matches with your affection, it`s just a lucky coincidence!«

Letting Ben think about that, he turned back towards Arthur who was licking and groping the black girl`s boobs.

»All right, that`s enough – for the moment!«

Arthur grumbled like a child that had been denied a second piece of cake, but he obeyed and made room for Kazeem who let his eyes wander over the woman`s bare breasts.

»Is it cold in here or do you like that?«, he asked, gently brushing over her nipples that had indeed grown hard. The girl whimpered and shook her head and Kazeem opened the small hooks at the waistband of her knickers.

»Now, they are loose enough for you to shimmy them down your hips and legs! Do it, or I will do it – from the distance!«

He raised his cane and let it whiz through the air. The girl looked at him with widened eyes, but as he raised the cane again, she began to rock her hips. It was a slow process, but finally, they slid over her hips.

»Now, move your legs a bit!«

She obeyed and the knickers fell down to her ankles. Kazeem now raised his cane once more, but instead of threatening her, he held it some yard away from her, the cane`s tip at the height of her eyes.

»Put them at the cane!«

The girl moaned, but Kazeem just shook the cane. Reluctantly, she stepped out of her knickers. Then, she pushed her right foot into them and raised her leg. Again, she groaned. Not only was she now forced to balance on her left leg, she also had to spread her legs in front of the three men.

»Look what we have there! I bet Pettigrew was more than keen to get to that oasis!«

Now, Kazeem looked, too. The girl had a fairer complexion than Ben and so, he could clearly see what she had done to her pubic hair: instead of shaving it off or leaving it as it was, she had trimmed it in a way it looked like a palm. He smiled and waved his cane a bit, just to make it more difficult and thus more embarrassing for her to put the knickers on top of it. When she had finally managed to do so, she brought down her leg with an expression of sheer horror on her face. Kazeem folded her knickers and put them under his djellaba. Then, he said towards Ben and Arthur:

»We will be back at dusk. Take care of her!«

Kazeem left the barn, taking the sack with the discarded clothes with him, and walked back to the cart. He was sure that he had balanced it out quite well: Ben would keep Arthur from going too far whilst Arthur would not allow Ben to release the girl. He climbed on the cart`s seat, beside Omar, and when the cart drove on, he looked at his watch. It now was shortly after noon, they could be back at Muscat an hour later. With a little bit of luck, Pettigrew still didn`t know about his Mistress` kidnapping and his message would reach him completely off-guard. He took out a small bag and put the knickers inside, together with a small note he had written previously. It simply read:

»If you are interested in the content of this garment, come to the Christian Cemetery as soon as you can. Come alone and don`t inform anyone, otherwise, you will never see her again!«

He closed the bag and said towards Omar:

»Now, after we have sent Pettigrew this, all we have to do is waiting. The shorter it takes him to get to the cemetery, the better!«

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All three girls had fainted when they were finally freed from their bonds. Totally exhausted and also dehydrated, they had not even noticed how the men had removed their bonds, gags and blindfolds. They had quickly washed them and instilled them some water before they had simply tied them into hogties, using silk scarves to not further hurt them. They were all gagged with knotted scarfs tied between their lips, but they hardly noticed and slept like rocks until late morning, when the air in the tent was becoming hot and stuffy.

»Ah, Good Morning, you late risers!«, a friendly voice called. Linda blinked and shifted her body. She felt sand under herself and when she tried to wipe her eyes, she recognized her hogtie – and where she was. Looking around, she could see Queen Boobs, both tied equal to her, the latter showing the sings of fading rope marks all over her pale skin.

It was Yusuf, followed by the others who brought trays into the tent. Linda could see bread, some fruits and also smell the scent of fresh coffee. Yusuf spoke again:

»As you may be pleased to hear, we will stay here for today, so, you may relax a bit. You see, breakfast is ready already, but before, you may relieve yourselves, one by one!«

Starting with Emily, he put a noose around her neck that was fixed to a long stick, allowing him to direct her from the distance. He untied her, but left her gagged and also blindfolded her before leading her outside the tent.

Emily staggered over the hot sand, still groggy from the ordeal the day before. She even was too worn out to try to remove her gag or the blindfold. Not that it had mattered anyway: there was nobody around to hear her and she had not the slightest idea where she was. The men had, however decided to keep the girls blindfolded outside the tent; the outline of the mountains was still visible and could give them some orientation. Later, when they had reached the real desert, this would no longer be necessary.

»The bushes are right in front of you, Ginger!«

He gently pushed her forward and though she could not tell whether the bush blocked his view, Emily crouched and followed nature. Then, she was brought back inside the tent where her ankles were tied, also her hands, but this time, in front of her belly so she would be able to eat. When Linda and Queen Boobs had done their business, too, the gags and blindfolds were removed and they were allowed to eat. However, Yusuf had drawn a gun and told them not to talk. But apart from that, they were treated gently, the men even offered them to go outside again, one by one and gagged and blindfolded as before. This time, they were led to the oasis` pond and so, they could wash and refresh themselves.

When they were back inside the tent, they had to kneel side by side, untied, but still gagged. Their blindfolds had been removed and they could see the men still had their guns ready. If they would try to run, none of them would get very far.

»All right, it seems that yesterday`s training lesson got interrupted, slaves«, Ahmed said. »Besides, I could see that you all had, well, problems in finishing something. Or should I say, I could smell it?«

When they got the message, both Linda and Emily blushed all over and Queen Boobs lowered her head. All three of them had been tied with something between their legs – and they all had reacted to it. Linda, still ready for arousal after having made to cum before their departure, had tried to get off, but had been too stringently bound to reach her goal. Emily had more or less been forced to rub her sensitive spot against the pearls pressing on it, just to keep the leather strap moist and to prevent it from shrinking. However, she had fainted shortly before getting over the brink. And Samira had simply not dared to get carried away too much. However, it was clear that the men had scented their arousal.

»Now, we can, as they say, kill two birds with one stone. Queen Boobs, come here!«

The girl squealed as he had mentioned her name so short after he had said the word ›kill‹, but she obeyed. Ahmed made her lean against the tent`s central post and tied her wrists behind it, using one of the scarves again. Then, he reached for another one and from the way the Black`s shoulders were drawn back and her big boobs thrust out, they knew he was tying her elbows together.

Taking two more scarves, he tied these to her ankles, but did not connect them to anything. Instead, he said something to Mahmut who left the tent, only to come back a few moments later, holding Emily`s and Linda`s knickers in his hand. Ahmed took them and removed the gag from Queen Boob`s mouth.

»Let`s see if your nose is as fine as mine, Queen Boobs. Answer my questions as exactly as possible!«

He held Linda`s knickers to her nose and Linda could not help blushing when she saw how the black girl`s nose cringed. Ahmed asked:

»How many days do you think Blondie has been wearing these before she – lost them?«

Queen Boobs tried to turn her head, but Ahmed grabbed her hair and pushed the knickers closer to her face. Reluctantly, she croaked:

»Th-three d-d-days – Master!«

»Well, I guess it was longer, but they have been used as a gag at least once since then. It seems that Ginger is good at – doing laundry!«

He laughed at the groan from the redhead, both angry and embarrassed. He then brought Emily`s knickers to the girl`s nose. This time, she sniffed more willingly and then, she answered:

»L-longer, Master, a-at least f-five d-d-days!«

»And how did they taste?«

»Awful, Master!«

That was said with so much enthusiasm that it made the men laugh and Emily cringe with shame. Ahmed now thoroughly stuffed Linda`s knickers into the girl`s mouth and tightly reapplied the cleave gag. Then, he said something to Yusuf and Mahmut and they quickly took two scarves each and hogtied the girls, letting them lie on their belly. Then, Linda was gagged with Emily`s knickers. Obviously, getting one`s own underwear wasn`t an option, she thought as Mahmut tightened the cleave between her lips.

Emily, however, was spared to chew on anything. Instead, they pulled her close to the bound Queen Boobs and Ahmed said:

»As you sure remember, Queen Boobs and Blondie have helped you yesterday by removing your pubic hair. I am sure that they did not appreciate it, but they did so with great care and thoroughness. However, you haven`t thanked them so far, Ginger!«

He removed Emily`s gag and she stared at him with pure hatred. Also, she blushed from being reminded how the two others had been forced to pluck her pubic hair with tweezers. However, it seemed that she had either lost her defiance or at least had to use it sparingly. So, after some time, she hissed through her gritted teeth:

»Thank you, Blondie! Thank you, Queen Boobs!«

Ahmed smiled and scratched his chin. Then, he said:

»I don`t think that`s enough! But you will be given the opportunity to show your gratefulness better! Open Sesame!«

Mahmut and Yusuf now stepped to Queen Boobs` ankles and grabbed the dangling scarves. Then, they pulled the girl`s thighs apart, forcing her to stretch her legs as wide as she could. Using the scarves like a leash, they sat down. Ahmed stepped over Emily and said:

»You see your goal now right in front of you; Ginger!«

He grabbed the bound Emily`s arms and pulled her forward, pushing her face against Queen Boobs` splayed middle.

»Now, be grateful, Ginger!«

»No! Never!«

Ahmed grabbed her scalp and pressed her face deep into the other`s crotch. Then, he repeated:

»Be grateful!«

Again, Emily refused and tried to buck, but he just used his free hand to spank her butt. Emily screamed into Queen Boobs` crotch, causing the girl to cringe and to moan through her gag.

Ten times, he hit Emily`s buttocks. She screamed and Linda felt pity, not only for the redhead, but also for Queen Boobs, since she had to feel the vibrations of every scream at her most sensitive area. The black girl tore on her bonds and tried to pull her legs free, but to no avail.

Ahmed now changed his position. Using his knee to force her head to stay between the other`s legs, he grabbed her bound ankles and started to tickle her soles.

The sounds Emily made, half laughing, half squealing with horror, both muffled by Queen Boobs` pussy, were amazing. She squirmed and twitched, but this only made things worse for the poor Black.

Ahmed did not stop before Emily was short from collapsing, panting heavily. Again pushing her head deep into Queen Boobs` crotch, he said in a gentle voice:

»This will not be over before Queen Boobs has received what she earns. You can stay like this for hours, getting spanked or tickled or both – or, you can just use your sweet mouth for something useful!«

Again, he spanked her ten times, followed by another tickling attack. Then, he waited, holding her head to Queen Boobs` middle. Both girls now were panting heavily and glistering with sweat.

There was silence in the tent, apart from the breathing of the two helpless damsels. Then, Linda could suddenly hear another sound: a sound like a faint slurping and it came from between the Black`s legs. Emily had started to do what she had been told. And from the way she was moving her head, she now did things seriously.

Linda could see how Queen Boobs cringed and squirmed, twisting her eyes. She moaned into her gag. Ahmed now let Emily go, but she continued to caress the other`s private parts with her lips, her tongue, her teeth. He stepped behind Queen Boobs, put his hands on her ample breasts and started kneading them, steady and to the rhythm of her breath.

Linda, still lying on her belly in a hogtie, remembered when the same had been done to her. Another woman had explored her with her mouth, forced to do so by Kazeem, who had threatened to whip them both. It had been a horrifying experience – and she had never again experienced an orgasm like she had had then.

So, she felt not only pity, but also a growing fascination for the show in front of her eyes – and also a little bit of envy.

Ahmed was still kneading the breasts of Queen Boobs and Linda could see he was doing it with a mixture of strength and gentleness. He had crouched behind her and was now kissing and licking her neck. The girl arched her head to present him her throat. She had closed her eyes now and her moaning did no longer sound fearful.

Linda looked at Emily who still was busy between Queen Boobs` legs. She wondered what exactly she was doing to her; was she kissing her clit, sucking on it with her lips and rubbing over it with her teeth? Or did she lick alongside the Black`s labia in long strokes with her tongue? Or had that tongue found its way inside the girl, restlessly searching for her most sensitive areas?

Queen Boobs now rocked her hips, thrusting her pelvis against Emily, demanding more of these blissful caresses. Linda shifted a bit to get a better view and moaned with surprise when her nipples rubbed over the sand. They had become hard and she now was aware that an all too well known warmth had built in her loins.

»Oh no, what kind of girl am I? Getting aroused by watching this?«

But she WAS aroused, there could be no doubt about that. Her clit and labia had swollen and she rubbed her pubic mound and her breasts over the rough sand, but not from inconvenience. She panted through her nose and a little voice inside her was whispering:

»You are next, Blondie!«

For a moment, she was puzzled that, for the first time since her captivity, she had thought of herself as »Blondie«. But actually, it didn`t matter. What did matter was that the men had said that Emily should be »grateful« to both of them. She would be next – and she was anticipating it!

Queen Boobs was now squirming in her bonds, emitting deep, long groans of sheer passion. Linda saw that Emily was withdrawing from her just a bit, started to kiss her inner thighs, playing with the other girl who thrust her pelvis towards her face, demanding more.

»Oh my god, she is playing with her, she is good, really good – and I am next!«

Linda rubbed over the sandy ground, arched her back to get her fingers between her legs to soothe her growing arousal, but to no avail. She had to wait a little longer, now as impatient as Queen Boobs who was in the throes of passion and-

»Uuhhmmmmmm! Mmmhrrrrmmmmm! Mmhmmm!«

Queen Boobs had reached her climax, twitching like mad and screaming into her gag. For almost a minute, she was riding the long wave of sheer pleasure, until she finally collapsed in her bonds. Her passion had pushed Emily aside and she now was lying on her side, panting heavily, too. Her face was dripping wet and her cheeks flushed. Also, her nipples were hard and erect, pointing directly at Linda as if they wanted to tell her she was next, too.

»Wow, Ginger, you really got the audience!«

It was Mahmut who was turning Linda on her back. She shook her head, but her erect nipples and the sand clinging to her pubic area betrayed her.

Yusuf now produced a greyish cloth – Queen Boob`s loincloth. Gently, he dabbed the moist middle of the Black with it. Then, he stuffed it into Emily`s mouth. The redhead was so confused and exhausted she only protested when Yusuf was tying the scarf between her lips. Then, he said something to Mahmut and he left the tent, only to come back with a coiled rope from which he cut several lengths.

He and Yusuf released Linda from her hogtie and tied her wrists and ankles, letting long ends dangle. Like that, they carried her over to the post from which Ahmed had just released Queen Boobs. Linda was put on her back and the rope tying her wrists was wound around the post twice before Yusuf knotted it off. Meanwhile, Mahmut pulled on her ankle ties, forcing her to stretch her whole body. He then hammered a stake into the ground with the knob of his sword, using it to tie Linda`s feet to it.

»Why are they tying me like this, I want-«

Her thoughts were distracted as Mahmut brushed away the sand from her middle. Then, a third rope was slung around her waist and brought between her legs before it was knotted off under her back. This crotch rope was snug, but not tight and Linda doubted it would get her very far.

They left her and Linda could see that they were releasing Emily from her hogtie, too, only to fold her arms behind her back, tying her left wrist to her right elbow and vice versa. Then, Emily, who had regained a little of her old self and was weakly protesting, was sat astride Linda and her feet tied together under Linda`s butt, forcing Emily to literally ride her.

Her eyes widened when Emily got a similar crotch rope as she had; but before threading it between the redhead`s legs, it was pushed through Linda`s crotch rope, connecting the two girls. Yusuf pulled tight, until their pubic mounds touched, before the rope was knotted off.

»We have to leave you, doing some business, slaves. Ahmed will stay here, but I am sure that he wants to spend some time with Queen Boobs alone. However, this should help Ginger to say ›Thank You‹ to you, Blondie – and to have some fun and distraction, too!«

Emily shook her head, but as she tried to get away from Linda`s middle, the combined crotch ropes prevented that. Linda, feeling the warmth of Emily`s lap, felt more excited than afraid or humiliated, however.

Yusuf and Mahmut now produced two scarves and tied one over both Linda`s and Emily`s already gagged mouths. Then, Mahmut left for a minute. When he came back, he was carrying three broad leather bands. One, he handed over to Ahmed who had meanwhile tied an additional scarf over Queen Boobs` gag, too.

These bands were tightly pulled over their gags and now, the girls noticed that they had been moistened before. Linda shuddered. The scarves would upholster the leather, but if it dried and shrank, their gags would become unbearably tight and they would not be able to remove them without help.

»You have had enough water for the day and we will be back in the evening, I think«, Yusuf said, »We just have some – negotiations with a tribe living not far from here. Price negotiations!«

Both Linda and Emily mewed at this. When Linda looked for Queen Boobs, he could see that she had her wrists and elbows bound again by scarves whilst a third was binding her knees. She, too, had her gag reinforced with a wet leather band.

Yusuf and Ahmed picked up the remaining scarves and ropes, taking them with them when they left the tent. Ahmed, who still held Queen Boobs in his arms, said:

»Once your gags have dried, I will get out, together with Queen Boobs. Then, you have all the time and privacy you need to enjoy your situation!«

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