'Take out my cock. Service it.'
The coffle was hushed. Corey?s anxious scan for Seth found found him not. No doubt he was rendering unto Caesar….! He would not infringe on Mustafa?s perquisite. She longed to protest, but had neither the conviction or the courage. She tugged at Amrah to yield all the slack chain possible for the kneeling girl.
Audrey was stricken. This was it! If not one goad then another. Piteously, she quavered: 'Please, Master, not in front of the girls… Not here.'
'You have a free hand. Use it.'
Slowly, in total abnegation, Audrey Cotswold?s left hand fumbled. It was rewarded by the springing into being of a rampant and ugly penis, the odor of which caused her to gag, and was strong enough for Corey to inhale with disgust. The kneeling girl looked at the obscene object in loathing as she accepted defeat. 'I can?t…! I?m sorry, I just can?t do it!'
Mustafa was pleased. He had gauged the white girl?s reaction to perfection. His next command gave no clue. 'Replace it.'
It was difficult. Corey watched but dared not help. After thrustings and tugs the Arabian weapon was returned to its odorous home by the fingers of a bereft English maiden who was wondering how severe her flogging would now be.
But Mustafa possessed an unsuspected subtlety. He had whipped many girls. Bruised flesh was commonplace. The English girl would be made to pay her penitence in different coin. Rummaging into his gear, he produced an object every girl recognized. It was a short stumpy dildo and a strap. Mustafa spit lavishly upon its chunky head and handed it to the first girl on the chain. None were naive. Receiving the increasingly lubricated phallus, each girl spread her loins and manipulated the massive horror within her sheath until she was totally impaled. Having donated her secretions to the rest, she passed it on. Even Josie complied. For a girl on the coffle there was no escape from anything. She handed it back to Mustafa who held it before the stricken eyes of the kneeling girl.
'On your feet.'
Audrey obeyed. She saw nothing but the thing prepared for her shame. She looked at Mustafa in silent appeal but found no pity, only a command. Dejectedly, she opened her mouth.
Corey shared it all. It was as though she was tasting the secretions of six girls, choking against the monster thing, not too long but cruelly wide within her mouth. She watched Mustafa finger Audrey?s lips into place and adjust the straps across the full cheeks and over silken hair to buckle tighter, and more tight, at the nape of a bowed neck.
The turning of a padlock key. The fall of a shackle from a female wrist. The brusque command: 'Turn!' Audrey?s hands placed palm to palm, their wrists bound tight with cord, and then the camelhide strips round soft elbows to draw them tight until flesh met flesh and was knotted there to stay. Corey cringed at sight of the indented skin, the wracked shoulders and the extended breasts. This was punishment!
But Mustafa was not done!
With intent purpose, the slave trader gathered the recent droppings of one of the donkeys. It was moist and still warm from its expulsion from the bowel. Carefully, he rubbed the ordure well into the bound nakedness from which he had found offense. Audrey braced herself for the anointing. She was helpless. She looked up and away as the wet and smelly waste was massaged into her breasts and within her thighs. From the excreta of an ass Mustafa achieved equality with a hated Race. Next time the girl would accept his cock with the hunger of wisdom.
Audrey would have preferred the whip. She had braced and prepared herself for a flogging. But now this…! She conceded Mustafa?s ingenuity. She was being most adequately and potently punished. An exquisite blend of pain and shame. Bitterly, she now wished she had taken Mustafa?s stinking maleness within her lips. She could have been done with it in minutes. But now…! Her distended jaws, the taste of female sex, the bite of straps…! She had made a poor bargain. With the odor of manure heavy upon herself and her neighbors she tried to join them in sleep. But bound elbows are an unkind infliction on a girl. It was not easy.
Dusk brought her no reprieve beyond water. When the phallus was taken from her mouth to enable her to drink she did so gratefully. But the humble pleadings ready on her tongue died unborn under the returning thrust of the hated symbol of the Male. Her heart sank as it was strapped tight. She was given no food. Her elbows were a torment but she could not complain. All night she walked her captive way between the female necks and wrists whose chain she shared upon her collar. When they camped in daylight she was faint from hunger and exhaustion, her arms afire, her open jaws an agony. Her only relief was from the stench of manure. It had fallen away from her skin and dissipated itself under the rigours of the march.
It was Seth Burdett who brought her punishment to its end. He examined her condition with his usual sardonic amusement and passed an exchange of comments in Mustafa?s own dialect. He must have said the right thing, the Arab partner nodded and laughed and surveyed his punished property with a forgiving eye.
'How?d you like to get rid of that cock in your mouth, love?'
The question was redundant. Audrey nodded joyously. When the strap was loosened the condition of her mouth made her fervid thanks hard to enunciate. Seth gave her water, watching with interest while she drank.
'Don?t need your arms untied, do you?'
Her spirits sank. How utterly she was at the mercy of the Male! Her heart was in her fervent plea: 'Oh, please, please, untie me!'
He chuckled at her response to his tease. Then peeled away the cords and the strips of hide. She moaned and was shocked by the deep purple wounds within her skin. She massaged them gratefully while he stood by.
'Would you obey my partner now, love?'
'Yes, I will obey. Must I kneel now?'
Both traders laughed delightedly at the ready words Audrey had known she must utter. They had made their point. The slave was humbled. The chained female admitted the superiority of te Male. It was all they asked. In a great thankfulness the punished slave held out her right wrist for its shackle and padlock. With the snap of its prisoning she was back to normal, a slavegirl on her way to be auctioned. The loving touch of Corey?s hand completed her felicity.
The trek continued. They were not the only users of the path. But there was no help for the nine girls. The fellow travelers regarded them and their chain with an indulgent eye, passed a friendly word with Mustafa and went their way. Their lack of interest in breasts and pubes told all too plainly she was in a land where female nakedness was not remarkable. When a woman was among those who passed, Corey detected no sympathy in their knowing eyes. Clothed or naked, a girl was the property of The Male.
There were incidents. The rear girl who shared the chores with Amrah saw herself as privileged with a status above the rest. With a naive confidence in her undoubted charms she offer her person to the partners in return for absolution from the chain and release on reaching their destination. When her offer met laughter and the explanation that what she sought to barter had not been her?s for some considerable time, she wept and at the first opportunity ran fleetly into the trees. Dragged back by an amused Mustafa, she screamed, she fought, she bit. In the chagrin of wounded pride she abandoned all docility.
Both men enjoyed the occasion and made the most of it. The delinquent maiden was made to stand facing her sisters in captivity. Her hands were tied behind her back. She was adjured not to move. By this time she was too frightened to do aught but obey. Using her as an example of a naughty girl, Mustafa delivered a lecture in voluble volleys of his native tongue illustrated by a pointing finger. When he was done, Seth Burdett carried on in English. He cocked a sardonic eye at his chained stock-in-trade, and pinpointed the obvious:
'Fact is, girls, you ain?t got nothing to sell. You just palin ain?t got nothing at all. You don?t belong to yourselves any more.' He paused for effect. 'What you got to understand?bout this running-away-business is that there?s more to it than just taking a powder. What you?re doing is stealing. You?re stealing a perfectly good girl from her owner. It don?t make no difference that the girl happens to be you.' He guffawed cheerfully. 'You ain?t no different from any other slave. When you do a bunk you?re guilty of theft. In these parts such a theft ain?t a bit popular. It gets stepped on… hard!' He winked and let it go at that.
Then the construction. A simple pedestal driven in the ground. A short crosspiece. Two stakes. Nine watching girls began to comprehend the fate of one. When a pair of phallus were strapped in place little doubt remained. Amrah was chosen to grease, to insert, and to guide. She accepted her responsibility with obvious delight.
The slim loveliness kicked wildly as she was lifted and held above her impending impalement. The runaway?s slender beauty was powerless in the hands of the male giants who held her bound arms. Amrah?s head ducked back and forth while her fingers busily ensured the safety of costly merchandise. Her expert pronouncement
