Chapter nine

Ben was goodhearted and he had some problems with treating a girl like they currently did, but he could indeed accept Kazeem`s argumentation. But he still did not like it and so, when Arthur had decided to »get to the hottest oasis around«, referring to the black captive`s pussy, he said that he would wait outside the barn.

Here, he could think about the dramatic events and also soothe his worries. Rummaging through his bag, he took out a bottle of rum. As a Muslim, Ben hadn`t touched alcohol for 23 of his 24 years, but when he had started to befriend with Omar and Arthur, he had begun to occasionally drink a glass. Ben knew that it was a sin, but on the other hand, alcohol was allowed as a medicine. And he considered that a soul that was worried about his little sister could be called ill.

Arthur meanwhile slowly approached the bound and gagged girl that looked at him with big eyes, slightly squirming in her bonds. He flexed his fingers and asked mockingly:

»So, you are feeling bored already?«

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, causing her round hips to move in a way that made Arthur lick his lips. Then, he put his hands on her naked breasts and kneaded them, squeezing her nipples. The girl gasped, but she did not squeal nor did she try to shake his hands off. Arthur involuntarily became more gentle and after some time, he looked at her boobs with disbelief: the girl`s nipples had grown hard and seemed to be pointing at him. Arthur grinned:

»You- you like that, Little Tart?«

She blinked with her eyes and slightly lowered her head, but when he withdrew his hands a bit, she arched her back forward to keep her nipples in contact with his palms. Arthur bent forward and began to kiss one of her nipples. Now, the girl groaned, deep and long, and pushed her breast against his mouth. He reached around her and put his hand on her buttock whilst his left felt for her trimmed pubic hair. He sensed the warmth of her lap and suddenly, she raised her leg.

For a moment, Arthur thought she would try to kick him, but she just put her heel on his shoulder, now looking directly into his eyes with an expression that alone let his blood stream into his loins. He felt between her legs and she was hot, hot and wet. His fingers slid into her without feeling resistance and she began to rock her hips back and forth, moaning and sighing. When he felt her clenching for his fingers, he gasped, too.

The only problem, however, was that the girl was still balancing on the bucket and since Arthur was relatively small, he could not do her the way she was bound. So, he loosened her noose, allowing her to step from the bucket. The girl did so, approaching him with swaying hips and thrusting her boobs towards him. Then, she stretched her chin towards him and moaned through her gag.

Arthur had no interest in talking, but he had some ideas what she could do with her mouth. So, he approached her and said:

»You promise not to scream?«

She nodded, rubbing her breasts against his shirt. Hastily, he undid the cleave gag and pulled the sodden knickers from her mouth. The girl panted and licked her lips before she said:

»How many times would you want me?«

That question came completely unexpected and he could not reply something more intellectual than just »Eh?«. The girl bent forward and kissed his lips.

Arthur`s only experiences with the other sex had been whores so far. If he could pay, was relatively clean and not too drunk, that was all he needed. Sometimes, these women had feigned passion, but never like this – and sure he had never enjoyed a kiss like that. The girl pushed him against the barn`s wall, trapping him with her upper body, and kissed him in a way that made his cock hurt with anticipation. Then, she withdrew, smiling at him.

»So, you want it just once – or again and again, for the rest of your life?«

Still perplexed, he stepped forward, but she playfully jumped back, her boobs hopping as she did. Again, she asked:

»Now, what is it, sailor? Just once – or as often as you want?«

Arthur blinked at the girl that now had placed one of her legs on the bucket, allowing her more than a glimpse between her legs. He wanted her, wanted her right now – but there was also that Siren song about getting it again and again. With a hoarse voice, he asked:

»What do you mean, you black witch?«

»Call me Nadima!«, she panted, arching her back so her breasts pointed upwards. And Arthur obeyed:

»What do you mean – Nadima?«

He vaguely remembered Kazeem`s warning about not befriending with their captive, but in his ears, her name sounded like the secret word that opened the gates of the garden of Eden.

»You and your friends have kidnapped me, either for money or for having fun with me. Of course, if you do so, I won`t be able to fight it. I am helpless. But of course, you would have to share both the money and me with the others!«

To Arthur, it was even worse. If their plan worked out, he would indeed get his share of the money, but Kazeem had more or less forbidden them to do more to that girl than some groping and fondling.

»Well, tell me more!«, he said, looking at the barn`s door. If Ben would step in right now, he would have a lot to explain. Nadima approached him and again, her lovely boobs touched his chest. As he again groped her butt, she did not hinder him. She whispered:

»If you get me out of here, I will be yours for as long as you want – and in addition, how do 100.000 Pounds sound to you?«

Arthur coughed. It was a sum that was almost too big to even imagine. However, the remnants of his mind rebelled:

»Pettigrew can never afford such a sum!«

Now, Nadima laughed and stepped back a step, again posing in a way her lovely forms looked the best.

»Look at me! Do you really think that I couldn`t do better than an aging Colonial officer with a belly and an average payment? Do you play chess – what`s your name?«

Arthur told her his name, too confused to think clearly. Nadima continued:

»Well, people like Pettigrew are just peasants whilst I am the Black Queen! But someone like you could become the King on my side!«

She smiled, a bit mockingly, but also promising:

»My King Arthur!«

Arthur grinned sheepishly and when she turned her back towards him and raised her arms, he untied her wrists as if he was under a spell. Nadima spun around and he groaned when he felt her hand at his crotch.

»Just get me to my men – our men, if you like the idea of being my King!«

She gently squeezed his cock and again, he groaned, but as he wanted to grab her, she stepped back and said:

»Not yet, King Arthur! But once you helped me, I am all yours – again and again and again!«

»And I will get a 100 Grand!«

Lamina smiled. Then, she said:

»Before, we have to get out! What about your friend?«

Arthur sneaked for the door and peeped through a gap between the boards. He could see Ben sitting close to the door, from time to time taking a sip from a bottle. His head was swaying, indicating that he was drunk and about to fall asleep.

»In a few minutes, we can sneak out!«

»Good! Now, sit down here!«

She pointed at the bucket and he obeyed, looking at her questioningly. As soon as he sat, Nadima sat on his lap with her back towards him.

»Please, loosen my corset!«

He worked with flying fingers on the tight laces and when he was done, Nadima breathed with a sigh of relief.

»Thank you, that was all too tight! Now, please, close it again, but not as tight this time!«

Arthur obeyed as if he was her chamber maid. Once he had finished it, she jumped up and he could see that now, it covered her breasts, but still offered him a good portion of her cleavage.

However, Kazeem had taken Nadima`s discarded clothes with him. Except for her corset, her stockings and her bootees, she was naked. Arthur was wearing just his pants and a ripped shirt either and though Ben would soon be in his drunken sleep, none of them dared to take his clothes from him.

Reluctantly, she picked the black knickers she had been gagged with. Knickers that weren`t hers and that were still wet with her saliva. As she shook them out, a smell reached her nose – definitely not just Sweet Rose of Aden! Nadima sighed and put on the garment, grimacing when the damp silk clung to her loins.

»Well, these are better than nothing. You will just have to show that you can protect an innocent girl!«

Arthur grinned. This girl was anything but innocent – but what she was fascinated him and he definitely wanted more of it!

***

When Yusuf and Mahmut had left, it seemed that Ahmed was a bit torn between his duties and his passions. He almost seemed to think that Emily and Linda were deliberately prolonging the time it took the leather bands tied over their mouths to dry and shrink. He had opened the ventilation lids at the tent`s bottom, since the air in it was still stuffy. Had the tent had windows, they would have been fogged by the sweat and arousal of the girls, mostly that of Queen Boobs.

After some time, he had started to pass the time by stepping behind Emily and starting to massage her breasts, meanwhile forcing her to rock her hips back and forth, riding on Linda`s lap. This, of course, had some consequences on the girls` combined crotch ropes. If he pulled Emily back towards him, the ropes were pulled from their pubic mounds a bit. However, they soon found out that the chaffing of the rough hemp between their buttocks was irritating, too – and not in an unpleasant way, Linda recognized with a shiver.

However, when he pushed the redhead forth, the ropes were drawn deep into their soft flesh, trying to find a way into them. Emily arched her back, moaning as he squeezed her boobs harder as he forced her down on Linda`s belly, and Linda felt that the ropes were knocking on the thin wall between her sense of modesty and her lust that had been awaken but not satisfied yet.

However, Ahmed did not forget about his duties. from time to time, he pinched Emily`s nipples, causing her to squeal. And the more the leather band dried, the more it compressed her gag, stifling her cries. When he was sure that she could only utter the faintest of noises, he looked down on Linda who had closed her eyes and was rocking her hips slightly, responding to the stimulation. Sweat was glistering on her skin and her nipples were pointing towards the tent`s roof. He smiled and let Emily go.

»I think you can help yourselves now!«

Ahmed turned back to Queen Boobs who, as he recognized with a grin, had watched him manhandling the redhead with some jealousy. He produced a scarf from his belt and said:

»Now, I am all yours, Queen Boobs!«

He thoroughly blindfolded her, then, he cradled her in his arms. She flailed a bit with her unbound lower legs, but did not offer real resistance as he walked close to the pond where he sat down, leaning against a rock and making Queen Boobs sit between his legs after he had removed her knee tie. He slung one arm around her from behind, caressing her belly whilst his other hand playfully brushed over her earlobe. The girl let out a small sigh. Then, she crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs together, in an effort to hide her bareness a bit.

»Scared, Queen Boobs?«, she could hear Ahmed ask in a gentle voice. With a moan, she nodded. In fact, Samira wasn`t just scared, there were several hefty emotions haunting her. The most haunting, however, was the aftermath of what had just happened. What they had done to her – and how she had reacted to it.

Samira had been raised by her brother Ben since their parents had passed away and her elder brother had been kind, but also a bit overprotective. In his eyes, a decent girl had to wear a veil in public or should at least beware of men. She had been able to resist him a bit, by wearing clothes that were just decent enough or by waiting for him to come back from his fishing trips, giving Samira the opportunity to talk to other fishermen. But now, at 18 years, she had never been kissed – until her abductor had done so the day before. Despite everything that had happened, Samira could still feel the taste of his lips on her own.

And now, they had let that redhead woman get on her. She remembered how strange it had felt when her tongue had licked and kissed her. Samira was a true virgin, but of course, she had sometimes explored her body with her hands. She knew what happened if she caressed the right spots and it had been a quite delightful experience.

However, doing it by herself had been as if someone lifted the lid of a pot filled with boiling water, just to ease the pressure. What they had done to her felt as if someone had tied the lid shut and then heated the pot until it exploded. Samira still could revive the intense feelings in her loins and still, she felt a pleasant tingle down there – and also the appetite for more. For something bigger, that could fill her completely. Something she was sure she could feel if she pushed back her butt just an inch or so, closer to Ahmed`s lap…

»So, you are scared, my dear. Scared of what we might do to you – or what your buyers will do.«

She nodded again and she felt his hand on her belly wander upwards a bit. He did not yet touch her breast, but the back of his hand now touched the base of her left breast and she knew that he could feel her heartbeat.

»And yet, you weren`t scared earlier.«

Samira felt her cheeks burn and she lowered her head. Ahmed took the opportunity to kiss her neck and now, his thumb and index finger pushed against the base of her breast, lifting it up a bit. His other hand was still on her belly and he playfully pushed a finger into her navel. Then, it went a little deeper, caressing her soft skin just above her pubic mound. Samira shivered slightly.

»And maybe, I can make that you won`t feel scared soon – very soon!«

He pulled her closer and continued to caress her and not after long, she almost involuntarily opened her thighs a bit, allowing his hand to slide deeper…

***

Looking down on Linda, Emily was considering how they could get free. Having her wrists tied to her elbows was much more convenient than having her elbows tied together, but she had found it impossible to work on the knots. They were all well out of reach, no matter how she had flexed her fingers and pulled on the ropes. However, rescue wasn`t far.

Longingly, she looked for Linda`s hands, bound to the tent`s post and stretched above her head. If she could get there, Linda could pick on her bonds and vice versa. However, their connected crotch ropes prevented that. Her eyes wandered deeper and she could see how the rope disappeared between her open thighs. Then, she suddenly hesitated.

The crotch rope was knotted behind her back, directly over her buttocks. Perhaps, she could reach that knot if she arched her back and stretched her bound arms. Then, she and Linda were no longer tied together. Slowly, she bent backwards, groping for the rope.

»Mmmhhuummmph!«

Suddenly, Emily lost balance and fell backwards, landing on Linda`s knees, but that was not what made her twitch and scream into her gag. By her involuntary change of position, she had to thrust forward her pelvis and this caused the crotch rope to cut deeply into her pubic mound. Emily screamed with pain and a muffled groan, together with some squirming, told her that Linda was suffering, too.

Waves of pain strayed from her middle and Emily almost instinctively moved her hips. However, the tug had embedded the ropes deep inside her and so, she could not easily reduce the chaffing and the prickle caused by it. Whilst she was still trying to find a way to soothe the pain, she felt Linda move under her again. Obviously, the rope had similarly assaulted her.

»It sure just slid into her, wet as she was!«

Emily blushed. Had she really just thought in that way about Linda`s arousal? Her – pussy? Even in her thoughts, the word felt indecent. And it reminded her of her own womanhood – and about what she had been forced to do earlier.

Licking the – pussy, there, the word came up again! – of that black girl had been humiliating. The specific fragrance, the slightly acrid taste of her body there, the warmth of her lap had all been experiences Emily hadn`t had before. However, when she had finally started to do it, she had gotten intrigued. With growing fascination, she had explored the wrinkles of her soft flesh, sucked on her labia and when she had recognized how Queen Boobs had responded to the caresses, she had felt some connection to her companion. Her lips had found her clit, swollen and hot, and she had concentrated on it, causing the Black to squirm and thrust her pelvis against her face. Emily had gotten more courageous and had pushed her tongue forward, had felt the hot, tight and wet inside of her. Emily knew about a small spot she had encountered when masturbating – something she did quite regularly, since there was no man in her life. She was sure that Queen Boobs had that, too, and then, she had sensed it, felt it with her tongue. The Black had stiffened when she had first touched her there. But then, when she had pushed her mouth forward to intensify her teasing, she had literally exploded. Having lost all control, she had spasmed and rubbed her slippery flesh all over Emily`s mouth, her chin, her nose and even her forehead. It had been such an intense reaction that Emily had felt almost flattered and had got aroused herself. Queen Boob`s heavy orgasm had caused a warm glow in her loins, so powerful she seemed to still feel it now.

It took Emily some time until she recognized that she did feel it right now. When remembering her encounter with Queen Boobs, she had continued to move her hips and the painful tingle had been washed away by that equally intense, but much more pleasant feeling. She thought about stopping, but then, she felt that her indecent thoughts had somehow infected Linda, too. The blonde was thrusting her hips upwards and she had managed to open her thighs a bit to get her crotch rope into a better position.

»Wow, I am making more women happy in just two hours than some men in their entire life!«

The thought was naughty, but in a way that was inspiring and arousing. Though she had never experienced more with a man than a kiss, she had never considered herself to be into women. Of course, she thought that they were the more sensible and peaceful sex, but she never had preferred them – that way.

Emily spread her thighs as wide as she could, thus intensifying the touch of the ropes for both her and Linda. She adjusted to her companion`s speed and suddenly, they were like one organism, working together to reach the top of Mount Pleasure.

Gagged so tightly, she could only emit small grunts and she panted heavily through her nose. The lack of oxygen made her feel dizzy, but that also added to her arousal. Linda now was throwing herself against her and she felt something hot touch her butt.

»It`s her pussy, oh my God, her wet, hot pussy, oh Blondie, oh, oh, oooohhhhh!«

They reached the brink at the same second. Two tsunamis of sheer lust met where their pelvises touched and after what seemed like the clash of two mighty comets, it flooded back through their bodies. For over a minute, their minds were one, flying around in heaven and exploring the Elysian Fields until waves of blissful relief washed through them.

It took Emily some time to realize that the bright light in front of her eyes did not mean that she had died and was walking towards the end of the tunnel, but in fact was looking at the opening in the roof of the black tent.

»Oh! My! God! That`s how volcanoes must feel after eruption!«

The absurdity of that thought made her giggle hysterically, but she also felt relief, not only sexually, but also from the fears and sorrows of the last two days. Whatever they would do to her now, they would never be able to take her that marvelous experience!

She felt that Linda wasn`t moving and though she had expected to feel embarrassed, she suddenly wanted to look into her eyes. Biting down hard on her gag, she concentrated the remnants of her physical strength and brought herself into an upright position again.

Panting and shaking, she sat astride Linda who was laying there, her eyes closed and her bust heaving. Emily bent forward when she realized something: during their sexual encounter, the knots of her crotch rope had loosened.

Spurned by new hope, Emily pushed herself forward. It took her a few tugs, but then, she felt indeed how the rope fell loose. Slowly, she moved further.

Linda opened her eyes and gasped when she saw that Emily was back sitting astride of her. The redhead seemed closer and then, she realized that Emily was indeed crawling up her belly, working herself forward with her bound legs.

»Mph!«

Emily blinked at her. Then, she stopped moving, looking a bit puzzled. She was tied with her legs slung around Linda`s body and so, she had not much scope for maneuvering. And now, she had come to an obstacle, or rather two of them: Linda`s ample breasts.

»Uuuuhhmm!«

Linda moaned when Emily suddenly bent forward, trying to slither over her boobs. Emily`s own breasts hung down, occasionally pushing against Linda`s face, but then, the redhead suddenly jumped forward a bit, driven by her own effort.

Emily panted when she realized that she had mastered getting over Linda`s breasts and that her face was now close to the other`s hands. She felt a vibration between her legs and it took her a while to recognize that she was pressing her wet middle into Linda`s face and was about to smother her.

It was one last move and Emily was laying on her side, panting and covered with sweat, but now, she could get her hands close to Linda`s. It was a hard and slow progress, as numb fingers worked on tight knots, but finally, their hands came free.

The two girls hugged each other when they had completely loosened their ties, but then, they found out that their gags would not come off easily. The leather bands had become so tight that they could not pull them from their mouths. They looked around for something sharp, but the tent turned out to be absolutely empty, except for the ropes that had bound them. Carefully, they crawled towards the entrance where they could hear faint noises.

Blinking from the still bright sunlight of the late afternoon, they looked directly at Queen Boobs and Ahmed, just some three or four yards away from them. However, Ahmed had his back turned to them and the black girl was still blindfolded. However, Linda was sure that she would have had her eyes closed anyway.

Queen Boobs was sitting on Ahmed`s lap, opposite to him, whilst the man was leaning against a rock. She was bent forward, allowing him to kiss and fondle her breasts, at least with one hand. His other hand was between her legs and the way the girl slightly moved up and down didn`t leave much to imagination. The faint noises had been Queen Boobs` moans and sighs that definitely didn`t sound as if she was suffering.

Looking around, they saw the oasis for the first time. Some ten yards away, there was another tent and in the distance, they could also see the dromedaries that had one leg tied to prevent them from getting away too far.

Linda and Emily exchanged a both worried and angry look: everything useful to them, from the dromedaries to weapons to just clothes, was there, on the other side of Ahmed and Queen Boobs. Of course, the man was just occupied, but this sure could change if he saw them.

Now, he moved his head and Emily ran for the other direction, followed by Linda. Every moment, she expected to hear him yell or to feel his grip on her arm.

Exhausted, they sank into the sand after some minutes. They had crossed two or three dunes and now, the oasis was invisible to them. Linda looked at Emily, as if to ask what they should do now. Emily just stared back, as clueless as her companion. They had escaped, but they were naked, still gagged and had no idea where they were. Their only options were either to die in the desert or to get back to the oasis and to accept their punishment.

***

»He`s coming!«

Kazeem had chosen the small Christian Cemetery of Muscat for his meeting with Pettigrew since it was outside the city`s walls and also hardly anyone came there except for the few funerals. He looked at his pocket watch; it was half past five, telling him that the man had come here directly after his work had ended.

»Ah, Mr. Pettigrew, I presume!«

Whilst Omar remained hidden behind a tombstone as a backup, Kazeem stepped from behind another grave, facing Pettigrew who apparently had come alone. He stared at him and asked, breathless:

»Where is she? Where is Nadima?«

»She is at a save place, unharmed – yet!«

»You – you bastard! What have you done to her? What do you want from her?«

»Nothing in particular, Mr. Pettigrew. However, we want something from you – and your little whore is our assurance that we will get it!«

»She`s no whore!«, Pettigrew protested. Kazeem just remained silent and lit his cigar. After some moments, Pettigrew, seemingly worried, asked:

»What is it you want from me? I don`t have much money, but I think that I can afford some 500 Pounds!«

Kazeem smiled and blew a smoke ring at Pettigrew`s direction.

»Mr. Pettigrew, you are insulting my intelligence. Why should I get you your Mistress back for 500 if I could get at least 3000 from your, let`s call them – business partners?«

Pettigrew`s eyes widened, but he seemed just totally puzzled. His voice was just a croak when he asked Kazeem:

»Wha-what business partners? I am just an official of the Colonial Office, I-«

»Mr. Pettigrew, we know all about your little – extra income!«

He reached into his djellaba and handed the man the written note from which he had deduced his participation in the slave trade. Pettigrew looked at it as if he saw it for the first time.

»What – what the hell is this?«

Now, Kazeem grew a bit angry about Pettigrew`s stubbornness.

»Really? You are trying to convince me that you don`t recognize the official not paper of your own office?«

Pettigrew gasped, but when, after some second, he answered, his voice had become steadier:

»It is our official paper – but this isn`t my handwriting and I have also not written that note? Why should I correspond with the Royal Police of some village around, I am negotiating with the Sultan`s minister for Economy or with influential Omani businessmen.«

Kazeem frowned. Either this red-faced, sweating man was an excellent actor – or he was telling the truth. Before he could ask something, Pettigrew continued:

»Someone must have stolen some of my note paper and must have forged that note to discredit me! It`s not even an elaborate forgery! It is written by typewriter, you know!«

»So?«

»All correspondence that leaves my office has to be in both English and Arabic! And since there are no typewriters with Arabic signs, it`s faster when my secretaries write everything by hand. The only typewriter I use is at my home! I am writing my memories!«

A terrible suspicion came up in Kazeem`s mind.

»You – you mean that your Mistress wasn`t a present from the slavers, to ensure your loyalty to them and to pay you for your collaboration?«

Now, Pettigrew`s voice grew a bit shrill:

»Cooperating with these criminals, me? I met Nadima some year ago, when I was walking home late after a dinner party. Two thugs were assaulting her, but my servant and I could scare them away and save her. The poor girl had nowhere to go and so, I took her with me and – well, we fell in love! Of course, I couldn`t tell anybody about that, but – where have you got her, you bastards?«

He jumped towards Kazeem, but then sank to his knees, weeping. Kazeem, however, just stood motionless, the cigar dropping from his mouth. Behind Pettigrew, black in the vanishing light of the day, stood a palm, reminding him of another black palm. The palm to which Nadima had trimmed her pubic hair. Sure, that girl wasn`t as innocent as he had thought.

Ignoring Pettigrew, Kazeem made a sign to Omar and they went for their cart as fast as they could. They had to get back to their hideout to find out whether they had made a terrible mistake. A mistake that could cost them not only the girls, but also their lives.

***