'Struggle all you want Miss Farquerson, you can't escape what's happening to you,' Stonefield laughed derisively and Zoe wondered whether he had guessed what was going through her mind. The man gave a low laugh of satisfaction as he stroked one finger deeply along the entrance of her pussy. She writhed under the sensation and with shame that flushed her cheeks scarlet, she knew she was going to come again. The realisation that she was actually getting off on being treated as a sex slave made her furiously ashamed and she cursed her wanton response to the torment she was being subjected to.
'I think you're ready to come again, aren't you, my dear?'
She shook her head in denial, then in protest as she saw the man pick up the pump that dangled between her spread legs and was connected to the butt plug. She watched in fascination and alarm as he squeezed the pump and she felt the soft rubber device in her anus expand even more. Sweat beaded her brow and she shook her head vigorously as he gave the pump another squeeze. She could feel the butt plug widening her channel, forcing the walls of her rectum to part to accommodate it. She watched in disbelief as the man squeezed the pump again. He had to stop... stop... please...no more...
'Time, I think, for you to come again,' Stonefield announced dryly, smiling with satisfaction as he watched her writhing become more and more frantic. Zoe felt the vibrations from the butt plug slow then increase as Stonefield toyed with the dial. The pressure from the little weights dangling from her swollen labia increased and Zoe gave an agonised groan as a violent orgasm whipped through her body, leaving her gasping for breath.
She was still struggling to recover as the man removed the clamps and weights from her labia. She felt his fingers stroke her sex and then he showed his hand to her, his fingers shiny and dripping with the juices from her pussy.
'It looks like you're enjoying all this attention, doesn't it?'
Zoe shamefully closed her eyes, sighing as his hands stroked over her rump. She felt the vibrations from the butt plug stop but the device remained inside her expanded so much she felt she was in danger of being split to accommodate it. She was just thinking that if it got any bigger she would faint from the excruciating feeling when she realised that the man had moved to directly behind her and was standing where her legs were spread by the two lengths of the cross shaped bench.
'You'll have to forgive me my dear, but the sight of you enjoying yourself so much is too much...'
She craned her head back to see the man unzip his trousers and allow his cock to spring into view. She remembered how she had bound her hair ribbon around his scrotum, how he had struggled against the ties she'd spread-eagled him with. Now she was bound spread-eagled and he was taking his revenge upon her.
'We are very tight aren't we?'
Zoe grunted in discomfort as she felt the man's cock trying to force its way into her pussy. Of course with the butt plug expanded in her anus, her sex was now being pressed from two directions. Tears of anguish pricked her eyes and she jerked her arms and legs in protest as the cock was relentlessly driven into her.
'Very tight...' the man gave an appreciative gasp.
She grunted through the gag as she felt the cock push deeper into her and she was certain she was going to faint, so intense was the sensation. The man drew back; all she could do was whimper, tensing herself for his next thrust.
'Feels so good doesn't it...'
The man rammed his cock back into her, Zoe jerked against the leather that held her limbs outstretched, tears blurring her vision.
'Struggle all you want Zoe, it just gives me more satisfaction to know how this makes you feel!'
The man pulled his cock almost out of her and again he drove it back into her. She writhed helplessly.
'Don't tell me you've had enough sex for one day already?' the man asked, his tone of voice mocking her distress. Zoe looked back over her shoulder at him, begging him with her wide eyes to stop.
'Well that's such a pity you want to stop, because you see, I've hardly begun...'
Smiling sadistically the man rammed his engorged cock back into her body. Zoe gave a howl of gag-muted protest as she grimly remembered the man who had suffered the catheter. Silenced just like she was now, he had implored her with his eyes but she'd ignored him, intent on her own pleasure taken at his expense. Now it was her turn... she was completely at this man's mercy and he was showing her none.
Chapter Five
Vanessa lifted her head weakly and looked at the man sitting in the front of the RangeRover. She was desperate for a drink and felt giddily weak, not having eaten since the in-flight meal which seemed ages ago now. She gave a groan to attract the man's attention and when he swung around she looked beseechingly at him.
Having spent a summer as a submissive model being passed from one master to another, Vanessa had quickly learnt that anger and a bad temper got her nowhere. She'd been attracted to the idea of modelling nude and when she'd seen an advert for a model to work for a painter who specialised in submissive females she'd jumped at the chance. But what had started as modelling bound and gagged had quickly developed into something far beyond what her imagination had prepared her for. At first she'd rebelled, trying to convince herself that she hated being treated in such a way. Soon enough though she became a willing victim and she'd quickly learnt how to behave to ensure that she pleased her masters. Vanessa now looked hopefully at the man and moaned faintly through the gag.
'Shut up and lie still!'
She let her head slump back down. The man was gazing at her now, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. She twisted her wrists experimentally against the rope. It had been tied in a figure of eight around her wrists, which she knew was the most effective way to prevent escape. She had lost track of how many times she'd been tied up but the truth was that wriggling against her bonds had become a curious comfort for her. After all, once she was bound and helpless there was nothing she could do to protect herself. She was effectively absolved from any responsibility for what happened to her from then on.
Once, after flirting at a party, she had allowed herself to be coaxed into a car full of young men. They'd taken her back to a flat and no sooner was the door locked behind them than Vanessa found herself dragged across a bed and forcibly stripped. They had taken turns to screw her and since she'd been gagged and held down, she couldn't stop them. She'd struggled obligingly but the truth was that she'd loved it and ever since then, the feel of being forcefully restrained had made her pussy wet with eager anticipation.
She heard another vehicle approaching and lifted her head so she could glance out of the window. A Mercedes saloon drew up in a cloud of dust and two young Arabs sprang from the car brandishing the type of machine guns that every terrorist and freedom fighter around the world seems to wave. The man in the front seat glanced back at her. She looked sorrowfully at him. Since he was obviously responsible for her abduction she had to somehow ingratiate herself with him. Whilst she was bound and gagged that was a bit difficult but at least she could look pathetically vulnerable and dutifully docile. She hoped that sooner or later he'd give her the chance to suck him off. She'd become accomplished at that and all men seemed to respond favourably to a girl who gave them a good blowjob. However the man left her in the car and she settled back down to wait the next turn of events.
She had been bought her return flight to El-Saram by Sheikh Auda bin Yasel, who had invited her to spend some time with him. He had told her he owned a villa and a yacht and that in El-Saram at this time of year she could be assured of beautifully hot days. Vanessa had jumped at the chance of a free holiday, the opportunity to top up the tan she'd acquired in southern Italy as well as the chance of some more sex with the Sheikh. She had a naturally slightly olive complexion, her mother being French. Her father though was Swedish and she had his blonde hair and blue eyes. With her slim waist and generous breasts she knew and loved the fact that she drew lascivious gazes from men wherever she went. She gazed down at her body stretched the length of the back seat of the vehicle. The white rope wrapped tightly around her ankles and wrists contrasted pleasingly with her deeply tanned skin. She could see the faint gleam of metal through the soft thatch of her pussy hair. She had suffered having her clit pierced against her will. How she had howled when she'd been subjected to that! The pain was short lived though, then she'd been forced to watch, with a curious sort of detached feeling as the young women who were tormenting her had slid a fine silver ring through her clit and fastened it. It wasn't long before she'd become attached to her new piece of body jewellery and the feeling of it being pulled or weighted made her feel deliciously vulnerable.
Craning her head she glanced up to satisfy her curiosity as she felt the vehicle move. They were changing the tyre; he must have had a puncture, which was why they'd stopped in the middle of nowhere. It was quickly growing dark now but it took only ten minutes before they were ready to drive off again. The man climbed back in, seeming more at ease now, Vanessa thought. A moment later and they were driving quickly down the desert track, the Mercedes following behind them. Vanessa laid back and pondered this latest turn of events in her life. Modelling had led her into the world of bondage and submission. She'd been taken to Italy and now here she was in the desert somewhere in the Middle East. She assumed she was still in El-Saram, but of course she couldn't be certain. How long had she been drugged, she wondered, surely only for a few hours? At last civilisation and help couldn't be too far away? She twisted her body, lifting herself up as the RangeRover drew to a halt. It was dark outside, but she could see the faint yellow gleam of lights from one lone building. When the man opened the door the cool air against her bare skin made her shiver.