Fly Away Home
“Come in!”
The door
opened and the two uniformed officers walked in, standing to attention in front
of the Commander’s desk. On one side was
DC Joanne Grimes, in a smart trouser suit and blouse, her brunette hair falling
over the shoulders of the jacket. On the
other was DS Clare Balding, with jet black hair held back in a ponytail. She was in a grey dress with a pale blue
jacket over the top.
“DC Grimes,
DS Balding,” the Commander said as he stood up, “Let me introduce James Hacker
from the Foreign Office. He would like
two volunteers for an assignment, and you have both been volunteered.”
The grey
haired man looked at the two women standing there. “Tell me,” he finally said, “What do you know
of the Elgin Hall kidnapping?”
DS Balding
looked at the man. “Three months ago,
four girls and two teachers were kidnapped from the school, and have not been
since. One of the girls was the daughter
of a diplomat at the Chinese embassy, correct sir?”
“Indeed -
Jenny Chao, with her friends Sarah Jennings, Louise Wilson and Kelly
Jameson.” He passed a file over to DC Grimes,
who opened it and looked at the photos of four girls. “The two teachers were Josephine Stanton and
Pauline Jenkins. The only identified
person who committed the snatch was a woman called Amanda Plummer, who had been
working as the school secretary for months.”
“It was a
well planned, well executed snatch - and we know who was behind it.” The man from the Foreign Office looked at the
two women. “Are you aware of Operation Takeback?”
“The
investigation into white slavery?” DC Grimes looked up. “I heard of it, but not who was being
investigated.”
“This man,”
the Commander said as he handed them a file.
“Sheik Mohammed bin Agrabar. He has been known to be a - collector of young
girls.”
“However,
we have a lead finally,” the FO man said quietly.
“We have managed to infiltrate an officer into his compound, and we have
learnt that he is intending to go on a trip to China to discuss business
matters. He always takes a group from
his collection...”
“His harem of
kidnapped girls, you mean, sir.”
“Yes, DS
Balding, and we know who he has picked already for this trip - the four Elgin
School girls.”
“What about
the two teachers?”
“We do not
know what has happened to them, but if we manage to get the Sheikh we can look
for them next.”
“We need
you,” the Commander said, “To go to Heathrow - he will be coming here first by
private jet. You will be two of the
relief cabin crew - fly to Beijing, locate the girls and liaise with two local
officers who will also be on the plane.
A full tactical crew will be waiting for you there.”
DS Balding
looked at the two men. “When do we
leave, sir,” she said.
“Immediately
- good luck.”
“Nnggg.... mmdmsdmdmsadm..... Plsdnntm,mmmmm”
Louise looked
up at the dark face of the sheikh as he straddled her, thrusting into her groin
again and again as she lay on the recliner.
Her skirt was pulled up around her waist, while her panties lay on top
of the ropes that encircled the sock covered ankles.
Her brunette
hair had been cut short recently, as had that of the other three girls who sat
in the leather chairs. All were dressed
in their uniforms - white blouse, blue pleated skirt, white socks and heels -
and all were bound with thick coils of rope around their arms and chest, their arms
behind their backs and their ankles secured.
Their mouths had been covered with layers of white tape, sealing their
lips and the cloths inside as as they watched their
captor on top of their friend.
Their own
attention was also been taken by the three guards, who were groping their breasts
as the rope forced them up and out, trying their hardest not to moan as the
felt the hands pushing into their flesh and the reaction in the men as they
pressed up behind them.
This has been
their life for three months now, and although there were those who tried to
help them slowly, slowly they were becoming used to the life of a sexual slave
- even at the hands of someone like the Sheikh.
Of the girls,
only Jenny was hoping still of rescue.
As she groaned at the pushing into her chest, her thoughts were still
that her family would not abandon her, that they would keep looking...”
“Forgive me
Sir,” a voice said over the intercom as he exploded into Louise, “ but we will land in thirty minutes. You did ask to be informed.”
“I did , thank you,” the Sheikh said as he stood up, leaving Louise
with her blouse open and her bra down.
“Prepare all four of them for our stopover.”
The private
area of Heathrow was a very exclusive, very private part of the airport, and as
Clare and Joanne came out of the changing room they could see just how
exclusive it was. Both were now wearing
the uniform of two stewardesses - A blue silk blouse with the collar open, a
darker blue silk scarf tied as a cravat around their necks, tight knee length
pencil skirts, dark stockings and black shoes.
Walking forward, they passed a group of four Muslim woman in full dress,
been escorted by three men.
As Joanne
looked at them she thought for a moment she saw fear in the eyes that were
showing, but as they were walked away she just shook her head. The two women walked slowly towards two men
standing by a desk.
“Captain
Jones? We’re Joanne and Clare, the relief stewardesses. I believe you were informed of this.”
The grey
haired man looked at them, before saying “Of course - we leave from gate 2 in
thirty minutes. Are you aware of your
duties?”
“We serve the
accompanying staff, but do not enter the private cabin unless invited to.” Looking over Joanne’s shoulder, he smiled and
said “Why don’t you go forward and set up on the plane - everything you need is
in the front cabin.”
“Thank you,”
Clare said as they turned and walked off towards the gate, his eyes following
them as their bottoms wriggled in their skirts. As she stared after them, a phone rang in his
jacket pocket, and he pulled it out to look at the display.
“Yes Sir?
“Yes, they
have just arrived - I’ve sent them to meet their co-workers.
“Of course
Sir - I await your orders.”
Boarding the
747, Joanne and Clare looked round, before opening the door to a cabin at the
front of the plane and walked in. As
they did so, the two women within stood sharply to attention.
“Officers
Chang and Kwan, M’am,” one of the women said as she
snapped a salute to the other two.
“Ladies,
relax,” Clare said with a smile. “Thank
you for meeting us here. I’m Clare
Balding, and my friend here is Joanne Grimes.” The two Chinese officers were in full
uniform, consisting of a dark blue shirt with breast pockets, a leather belt
around the waist and over one shoulder.
Their skirts were black, and came to just above the knees, while their
lower legs were encased in dark stockings and their feet in flat shoes.
“I’m sorry
that we have to keep you in here, but until we get into international air
space, and find out where the girls are, we can’t do a thing,” Joanne said as
she shook their hands.
“We
understand - we will wait for your word,” Officer Chang said as she looked to
her friend. “In the meantime, we will
enjoy the facilities of this room.”
“Good,” Clare
said as she went for the door. “We need
to do our stewardess thing - we’ll call you later on.”
The two women
left their Chinese colleagues in the room, closing the door behind them and
entering the main body of the cabin. It
looked like any other business Class cabin, save for the doors in place of the
curtains partitioning the rear of the plan from this section.
“To work
then,” Clare said as she and Joanne made their way to the galley, checking the
contents and meal trays as the service teams brought them on. As they worked away, they heard other members
of the cabin crew coming in, smiling and nodding at the new arrivals as they
did so.
It was half
an hour later when the group of four women in robes boarded the plane, escorted
as before by the three burly men in ill fitting suits. They made their way silently through the
cabin, the other crew paying no attention, but as one went past Joanne she
noticed the hem of the robe rising, and caught a glimpse of rope around a white
sock.
The hen
dropped, and the party continued forward, as Joanne watched them enter the
doors at the far end of the cabin and walk through, the doors slamming shut
behind them. “What’s behind there,” she
asked a young man who was standing there making sure the crockery was secured.
“Those are
the Sheikh’s private quarters,” he said as he looked at Joanne. “No entry unless asked - he even has his own
personal cabin crew in there.”
“Do you ever
see them?”
“No - they
enter by the rear doors. Look lively -
here comes the captain.”
The crew
stopped and stood as the Captain and flight crew walked into the plane. “We leave in one hour,” he said as he looked
at them, especially at Joanne and Clare.
“Make your final preparations - the main party will start boarding immediately.”
As the plane
levelled off, Joanne unclipped her belt and stood up, signalling to Clare to do
the same as she opened a cupboard door.
The two girls put on an apron each and wheeled out the drinks cabinet,
starting to make their way through the cabin and offering refreshments to the
staff seated there.
As they
approached the doors
to the rear of the plane, they heard some muffled noises coming
from the other side. Pretending not to
notice, they continued to serve the drinks, moving the trolley past the doors
and looking to see if it was possible to open them.
“They’re
behind there, aren’t they,” she whispered to Clare as they returned the trolley
to the galley.
“Almost
certainly, but we need an excuse to get in there and confirm it. Any ideas?”
Before Joanne
could answer her, the phone rang. Picking
it up, she listened for a few minutes, before saying “Yes, Your Excellency” and
replacing the handset.
“What was
that about?”
“We’ve got our
chance. That was the Sheikh’s attendant
- they’ve run out of iced water, and we are to take some in. Come on.”
Loading a
pack of bottles on the trolley, Joanne and Clare wheeled it down the aisle,
stopping at the door and knocking. It
was opened from the inside and they were ushered out of the white, slightly
antiseptic business cabin into a different world.
The rear
cabin was furnished in deep red, lengths of thin muslin hanging down and
luxurious leather upholstered seats on the cabin floor. A man in a smart suit, white shirt and tie
walked forward.
“Is this the
iced water,” he said as he looked at the two girls. Clare nodded as he took the trolley and said
“Follow me - you may see some of the rest of the cabin if you wish.”
As they
walked down the aisle, they saw a further set of doors ahead, guarded by two of
the men who had escorted the women on board earlier. “They are the Sheikh’s personal bodyguard,”
the man said as he pushed the trolley into the galley, “Come in here with me.”
As the girls
came in, he closed the door behinds them.
“I believe the word you wish to hear is Jehosophat,”
he said with a smile.
“You’re our
contact?”
“I am - where
are the Chinese officers?”
“In
a cabin up front.”
“Excellent -
the girls are indeed on board, behind the other door you can see in the
wall. In about,” he looked at his watch,
“half an hour I will call again and ask you to bring something. That will be your opportunity - have the
officers come with you then.”
“What about
the guards?” Joanne watched the man take
a vial of clear liquid from an inside jacket pocket. “Chloro Hydrate -
I’ll put it into their drinks. Wait for
my signal.”
The girls
nodded as he opened the door. “Thank
you, ladies,” he said as they walked past the guards, “I will be sure to let
His Excellency know how helpful you have been.”
As Joanne and
Clare left the cabin, he turned and nodded to the two guards, their faces
unchanged as she walked through the door between them.
True to his
word, after thirty minutes Clare took another call on the telephone. Nodding to Joanne, the two women made their
way to the forward cabin.
“It’s time,”
they said as they walked in. “Put on
these coats and come with us.” They
handed Chang and Kwan a long coat each, which they put on before walking out of
the cabin and down the aisle to the doors.
As they
approached the door opened, and the steward beckoned them in. “Officers Chang and Kwan,” Clare said as he
nodded to the group of four, taking the coats as the two Chinese officers unholstered their guns.
The two
guards were slumped in their chairs, snoring gently as they walked past. “In here,” the steward said as he opened a door
and admitted the four police officers into a darker room.
In the centre
of the room, four chairs had been bolted to the floor. In the chairs were four girls, two Caucasian,
one dark skinned and one Chinese, wearing white blouses, pleated blue skirts,
socks and shoes. The blouses were open
at the neck, the pockets on each breast clearly visible thorough the coils of
rope that held each of them to the chair.
Their heads were bowed, but Joanne could see the white cotton cloths
that had been tied over their mouths, the shape of their lips clearly visible
under the tightly stretched material.
“My god,”
Clare said as they walked into the room, not noticing the steward gently
closing the door behind them. Kwan
walked forward to the end chair, where the Asian girl was sat, the dark roots
showing in her bleached hair.
“Jenny? Jenny Chao?” she said as she lifted the
girl’s head up. As she opened her eyes,
Jenny looked at the Chinese police officer kneeling next to her, and said “Fnkgd” through her gagged mouth.
“It’s Louise
all right,” Joanne said as she lifted the head of the girl at the other end of
the row. Louise opened her eyes, then
wider as she looked at the woman kneeling in front of her. “Gtttt,” she
screamed, “mmfmdsmmmsdmmsdfmmg”
“Hang on,”
Joanne said as she reached round and untied the scarf, pulling it from her
mouth and dropping it on the floor. “We’re
police officers - you’re safe now. The
Captain is going to land soon, and your ordeal is over.”
“No - no it’s
not,” Louise said as she started crying.
“They knew you were coming - this isn’t our release, it’s a trap for
you!”
Joanne stared
at Louise, before a large, rough skinned hand was clamped over her mouth and
she was pulled backwards. Looking over,
she saw the two guards holding Officers Chang and Kwan, their guns dropped on
the floor, while holding Clare was...
“UUUBSTRD!” Joanne screamed through the hand as
she watched the steward grab hold of Clare’s breast and squeeze hard, making
her yelp as he did so. “I hope you
approve, Sir,” he said to the person holding Joanne.
“I do, I do,”
a deep voice said behind her, and as Joanne looked at Louise she saw the girl’s
head drop. As a hand grabbed her own
breast and squeezed hard, she watched the other three been forced to their
knees on the floor, their hands behind their heads.
“Kneel,
Constable Grimes,” the voice said, and as Joanne was pushed down she realised who
was holding her - and what was coming next.
“I’m so glad
you could join us, Constable,” The sheikh said as he knelt behind her and
grabbed her beasts, Joanne biting her lip to stop herself from screaming out as
she felt the fingers digging deep into her flesh, watching as the two Chinese
officers had their hands pulled roughly behind their backs and ropes been
handed to their captors by the steward.
“You can’t
believe you are going to get away with this,” Clare said as the rough rope bit
deeply into her own hands, “We have officers waiting for us in Beijing - if we don’t
come out, and they’ll come looking for you.”
“Beijing,
Clare?”the steward said as he pulled the rope tighter, making the officer
scream as her wrist were forced together, “Whoever said we were going to
Beijing? My master is returning home -
and you will be joining these four lovely ladies in his personal collection.”
Chang and Kwan
were looking at each other, as the ropes were draped over their necks and
wrapped around their upper arms, spiralling down as they were pulled behind
their back and around their wrists.
“Surely our colleagues will look for us as well,” Kwan said as she
grunted at the tightness of the ropes.
Chang merely
looked back at her, the fear clear in her eyes as the ropes were passed around
her arms, pulling them tightly into her sides as the material of her blouse
stretched over her breasts.
“For god’s
sake, stop this,” Clare screamed as she felt her own arms been pulled into her
sides by the coarse loops of rope, seeing the front of her blouse pop open as
the tension increased.
“You need to
shut up now, you little bitch,” the steward said as he pulled the scarf from
round her neck, wadding it and stuffing into her mouth so roughly that she felt
her teeth hurt at the pressure. “Ufcngbstrd,” she grumbled as he pulled her ankles together
and started to wrap more rope round them.
“An excellent
idea,” the sheikh said as he did the same thing to Joanne, grabbing her beast
to make her open her mouth. “Plsdntdsts, frgdsskdnt,” she
cried out as he forced her to lie on the floor, roiling her over as he sat
astride her waist.
Of the girls
bound to the chairs, three screamed into their gags as they watched their
Master grab Joanne’s breasts, squeezing them so that his fingers sank into her
flesh and her eyes popped as she screamed out in pain. Looking over to her two Chinese colleagues, Joanne
screamed again as she saw them pushed over so that their heads nearly touched
the floor, and the skirts were pulled down around their knees. Only Louise stayed silent,
too scared to utter a single word in their presence.
“nnnnnnn,” Clare called out as she was forced to her feet
and half carried, half dragged over to the cabin wall, the steward leering at
her as his hands pulled the front of her blouse open and grabbed her beasts,
the pain shooting through her as he grabbed them squeezing as he kissed her on
the neck.
That was
nothing, however, compared to Joanne as she watched the Sheikh start to
unbuckle his trousers, pulling her skirt up around her waist before pulling her
blouse open and her bra down under her beasts.
As his rough lips kissed and sucked her nipples, she screamed out in
agony, even as Chang and Kwan suddenly raised their heads and shouted out as
they were taken from behind by their captors.
When he stuffed her own scarf into her mouth, it almost came as blessed
relief, until she saw him move into position on top of her.
“nngmgdpsdnNGGGGGGG,” Joanne shouted through her scarf stuffed
mouth as she felt her legs been pulled apart, and watched the Sheikh descend on
her, forcing himself into her as she felt the agony of his entrance. It was hard, brutal, and he pushed with all
his might against her pelvic floor, forcing her to scream again as he pushed as
hard as he could into her.
The four
schoolgirls closed their eyes, sobbing as they heard their hope for rescue been
turned instead into the latest acquisitions for their master.
Kwan closed
her eyes as she felt the man behind her roughly push against her bottom, feeling
the pressure build within as she had so often with her own boyfriend. As she looked over at Chang, she realised
with a sickening feeling that she was the lucky one, as Chang’s eyes seemed to
be exploding out of her head from the pressure in her rectum.
“Mmmgfmddggfgmmmmdmdmdmdmdm” was all Clare could say as she
was pushed against the cabin wall, her captor smiling as he fingered her
crotch. “Hmmm - nice and warm,” he said
with a smile as he licked his fingers, then pulled her
skirt and hose down around her legs. “Time
for you to taste me I think.”
She closed
her eyes, feeling him pushing hard into her vagina, and tried to block out the
screams and cries all round her. The one
she could not block out, however, was Joanne, who was staring at her as she
felt as if the Sheikh was going to thrust himself right through her body and
out of her back, the size and mass of his penis inside her making her feel as
if he was going to tear every muscle in her pelvic area as he thrust down.
As she felt
him explode within her, she thought of home, the family she may never see
again, and offered a prayer that somehow, someway this was all just a bad
dream.
Eventually
she felt him withdraw, and was rolled over, her ankles crossed and lashed
together with rope as the Sheikh stood up and walked over.
“You stayed
silent, Louise,” he said as he held her chin up, “Why was that?”
“You would
not have wanted me to call out, Master,” she said as she looked into his eyes.
“Quite
right,” she heard him say as she saw his member start to enlarge again, “And
for that, you receive a reward.”
She accepted
his cock as he presented it to her, drawing it in with his lips and watching as
all four of the other women were sat against the wall, crying as their legs
were bound, and knowing the fate that awaited them. As she felt him enlarging with each suck, she
looked at the other three, their heads bowed in defeat. They understood why she had done this - to
save them any further attention.
For
now anyway.
At a private
airport at the outskirts of Beijing, the police captain looked at his watch and
tutted to himself.
“The plane is
late,” he said as he turned to the airport security officer next to him. “Are you sure it is due to land soon?”
“I am sure,
sir,” the blonde haired woman said as she listened to the Bluetooth device in
her ear. “There has been a slight delay
due to headwinds that is all.”
She put her
hand to the device in her ear and listened, before nodding and saying “They are
on final approach now - if you will come this way?”
He turned and
walked towards the entrance to the hanger, not noticing the gun that she
produced, not hearing the shot, not feeling anything as he fell to the ground,
the woman standing over his body.
“Do you have
them all?”
“All six
female officers secured and ready for transport Amanda.”
“Excellent -
pick me up and let’s head for the plane - he will expect us to deliver them
within the next twelve hours.” As she
walked towards the entrance, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, Amanda
smiled to herself. By now the four
so-called rescuers on the plane would be enjoying their first taste of
captivity - and she hoped they liked it.
Clare turned
her head slowly, looking at Joanne as the mascara stained tears flowed down her
cheeks. She ached with every part of her
body, her chest throbbing and her legs feeling as if they had been ripped apart
by the assault on her. Joanne had her
head bowed, the scarf now pushed into her mouth by the black band of silk that
had been pulled between her lips, while both Chang and Kwan were staring
angrily at their captors, their mouths sealed with thick brown packing tape
that held at least three handkerchiefs each in their mouths.
As for the
four girls, Jenny was standing up, her hands secured tightly behind her back as
the ropes secured her arms tightly into her side, the white of her blouse
pulled tightly over her chest. Her legs
were tied tightly together above her knees, but her ankles were free.
A thick white
cloth forced her lips and teeth apart as she groaned at the grasping from
behind by the guard his fingers pushing into her breasts again and again as he
stood there. Beside her Kelly was been
forced to her feet, a look of pity in her eyes as she felt the ropes been
passed around her own body, the open collar forced apart enough to show her bra
as she looked at the four latest captives sat on the floor.
“Msre,” she mumbled as her knees were drawn together, before
she squealed as her breasts were roughly fondled from behind, one hand
squeezing as the other felt between her legs.
She tried her best to fight the all too familiar feelings that were
building inside her as the hands probed and prodded, before she and Jenny were
frogmarched towards the open doorway, the hot desert sun scorching them as they
were led down the stairs to the waiting car.
A tall, thin
woman came in after them, her head covered in a grey naqib
as she bowed before the sheikh. “You
asked for me to meet you here, master,” she said as she raised her head.
“I did
indeed, Elaine,” the Sheikh said as he pulled his jacket on, watching Susan and
Louise as they were released from the chair and re-bound for transport. “We have four new ladies to be introduced to
our home - I need you to supervise their transport. Amanda is delayed in returning with the other
six from Beijing.”
As they heard
this, Kwan and Chang looked at each other.
“Oh yes,” the Sheikh said as he turned round and looked at them, “I have
friends in many places. Six of your
fellow female officers are on their way now, and you will join them
shortly. As for your friends,” he said
as he looked at Clare and Joanne, “We are aware of their presence, and they
will also be joining you shortly. For
now - bring these two, I wish to spend more time with them.”
Elaine looked
at both Susan and Louise, nodding to them as they were forced to follow the
sheikh out of the plane. “Welcome,” she
eventually said to the other four as they squirmed on the floor. Turning to the guards, she said “Bring them
in the van - and do not touch them until they have been thoroughly inspected by
the Master.”
“Ithnkilrdehv,” Clare screamed through the cloth that filled
her mouth. Elaine knelt next to her,
looking at her blouse and skirt as she said “Yes - I can see you have. Perhaps I can spare you his attentions - for
now. He seems to be otherwise occupied
anyway.”
She stood up
and walked out of the plane, the four women struggling as they were hoisted
over the shoulders of the guards and carried out a swell, into a dark van which
provided some coolness as the doors were closed.
The dark sky
covered the sea like a blanket, no light visible as the officer scanned the
coastline, looking for the expected signal.
“I don’t like
this,” she said as she lowered the binoculars and turned to her second in
command, “I don’t like this at all.”
Lieutenant Naomi Starling was a career officer, having joined the navy
when she was eighteen and served with distinction for ten years. Her commanding officer had kept a special eye
on her, and had offered her this rescue mission for that reason - and one
other.
“You attended
Elgin Hall as well, didn’t you sir,” the other woman said as she peered into
the dim distance. Both were dressed in
the summer naval uniform - a crisp white blouse, the collar open black shoulder
epaulettes with their rank designation on top, a dark blue skirt and tights,
with forces issue shoes on their feet.
As well as
the two officers, the crew of this boat consisted of only two others, both Able
Seamen new to the forces, and both females as well. They were on deck, readying the boat for a
quick departure once they had the signal to move in and collect the hostages.
“There it
is,” Naomi finally said as she looked into the distance. “Get us inshore - we only have a small window
of opportunity here.” The second in
command left her for a moment, starting the engine and piloting the small boat
towards the shoreline.
They
continued to about a hundred metres off shore, the boat stopping as they
watched a small speedboat come alongside.
“Lower the ladder,” Naomi said to the two
crewmen, “I want them on board and us out of here as fast as we can.” She could feel the sweat on her dark skin -
this was the most dangerous part of her orders.
She continued
to scan the shoreline, as she heard the sound of feet on the deck behind
her. “Welcome home ladies,” she said as
she stared to turn round, only to be stopped cold as she was grabbed from
behind a calloused hand placed firmly over her mouth, a thick strong arm
grabbing her around the waist.
“Whtthlll,” she screamed as she struggled in the grip, but
this only seemed to excite her captor more.
“This one is strong. Master,” she heard a male voice say behind her as
he gripped her more tightly, a laugh following.
“She will make a fine addition to your collection.”
“Mstr? Cllcshn?” Naomi struggled
even harder, only to be stopped as she was forced to turn round, silenced by
the gun levelled at her and the smiling man holding it.
“Sorry to
disappoint you, Lieutenant Starling,” the man said as she saw her three
crewmates been held by three other men, “but I’m afraid your little rescue
mission is over. Bind her.”
“You
bastard,” Naomi screamed at the Sheikh as she felt her arms been pulled behind
her back and rough rope been tied round her wrists, “You knew we were coming,
didn’t you? What happened to the police
officers?”
“They are my
guests now,” the Sheikh said with a smile as the rope went round her arms, pulling
them tightly into her side as she felt the material of her uniform been stretched
tightly over her chest. Looking over,
she could see the other three girls been forced to their knees, the rope pulling
their blouses over their chests as the buttons threatened to give on each of
them.
“Your
guests?” As the meaning of his phrase sank in, Naomi
glared at him and screamed “You’ll never get away with this!! They’ll send another boat to look for us!!”
“And all they
will find is the charred wreckage,” the Sheikh said as Naomi was forced to her
knees, the uniform blouse stretched tightly over her chest. She looked up at him as knelt in front of
her, grabbing her breasts as he said “It would appear your boat caught fire and
was lost with all hands - how sad.”
Naomi screamed as she felt her flesh been pushed back roughly into her
chest, the fingers groping and probing as the man pushed and groped as hard a
she could with his powerful hands.
She could
hear the other three scream as they were grabbed from behind, the rough hands
of their captors squeezing them as they felt their breasts. Glancing over, she saw her second in command
looking over in fear as she was pushed forward, her head forced to the ground
as her skirt was lifted up and over her waist.
“Oh god,” she
heard her second in command moan as her breasts were squeezed and groped again,
“please God don’t do this thnngngaAAAAAGGGGGGGG.” Her screams were cut off as a dirty length of
cotton rag was pulled tightly over her mouth, before her hose was pulled down
and the man behind her started to undo his trousers.
“This is
madness - you cannot honestly believe you will get away with... Oh god, no, not that.” Naomi stared at the large, throbbing member
that the Sheikh had pulled from his trousers as he stood before her. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her head
back tightly, Naomi screaming as she said “Please dntywifffmmdgggg.”
As he thrust
himself into her mouth, she felt as if the corners of her mouth were going to
tear apart, it was so large. He filled
her throat, forcing her tongue down to the floor of her mouth as he pushed
himself in and out, Naomi struggling to breathe as she felt him growing even
larger against her throat. Hot tears
were starting to fall down her cheeks in fear and shame as she felt the
throbbing intensify until he finally came forth, the hot sticky fluid making
her gag as he held her head tightly against his crotch.
When he
finally released her, allowing her head to fall forward, Naomi took several
deep breaths, trying desperately to get the taste out of her mouth. As she looked up, however, she was horrified
to see that rather than been spent, he was becoming excited again.
“Please, in
the name of God, don't do thssmmgmfmdgmdfmdfg,” she
cried as another cloth was pulled over her mouth, her wrists trapped under her
back as she felt the material digging into the sides of her mouth, before she
was pushed on the deck on her back.
Naomi saw a gleam in the Sheikh’s eye and the trousers falling down
around his knees as well.
Her eyes
popped almost out of her head as he pressed down on her chest, the agony as he
groped and squeezed her breasts more than she could bear.
That was
nothing, however, compared to the feelings as he thrust into her vaginal
passage, his engorged cock pushing hard into her as he trust down. She screamed into her cloth filled mouth as
she felt him almost pinning her to the floor, his body pressing down so hard
that her pelvis was aching already, even as she felt him expand and throb
within her. It was bad enough when he
had forced her to give him a blow job, but now he was in her passage she felt
completely violated, unsure if her body could recover from the feelings that
she was now having, the slow trickle of fluid and blood the only external
visible sign of what he was doing to her.
“PLSGDHLPMMMMM,”
she screamed as she felt him cum again within her, the flow hard and fast, and
his continued thrusting down and forward making every bone in her pelvis
ache. Eventually, as hard as he had
entered, he came out and pulled her up onto her feet.
“Take them
into the boat,” he said as he pushed Naomi towards the other three, all four
women sobbing as they were literally thrown into the boat at the side of their
craft. As they were taken away, the loud
bang and fireworks as their own boat caught fire and exploded made all four
look at each other, wondering what was going to happen next.
“In there!”
Naomi was
pushed into a stone cell, the only light from a grating in the high wall. As the door was slammed shut behind them, she
looked round, wondering where she was and what was going to happen next.
“Mmmggdddd,” she heard a voice say from the far side of the
room, and as she peered forward she saw two women sat on the floor, bound as
tightly as she was with cloths pulled into their mouths. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she screamed
“FK” as she recognised the two police officers she had seen in the briefing
documents, staring back at her with their blouses torn open under the
encircling ropes.
Clare and
Joanne looked at each other, than back at the naval officer, before pushing
themselves to their feet and walking over.
“Thgtut,” Clare mumbled as she looked at the
officer through red eyes.
Naomi nodded,
but before they could say anything else the cell door was opened, and a woman
the other two recognised as Elaine came in, accompanied by two guards. “Untie them and remove their gags,” she
commanded the men, and all three relaxed as the ropes and cloths were finally
removed from their mouths.
“Where are
we,” Naomi demanded as the cloth was removed from her mouth. “You are in the abode of my master,” Elaine
said as she watched the three of them been untied, “And he has requested your
presence in due course. For now, take a
moment to reflect on your new lives, for the old ones are gone.”
“You must
have been in charge of the rescue boat,” Clare said as the door was closed on
them, “I’m DS... I’m Clare, and this is my colleague Joanne. What happened to you?”
“Naomi -
Naomi Starling. They must have known we
were coming,” Naomi said as she rubbed her wrists, “which means we had a mole
in our command chain somewhere. You?”
“We were
taken on the plane - the girls were there, but they were bait.”
The cell door
opened and Elaine returned, accompanied by three guards carrying more rope.
“Where is my
crew?”
“They are
been taken care of, Lieutenant Starling,” Elaine said as one of the guards
pulled her arms back behind her back and started to tightly tie them together,
“and are no longer your concern.”
In another
room in the compound, the three naval crew members were tied to a set of three
wooden poles, their arms wrapped round the wood and their wrists secured on the
other side, the ropes running down and around their ankles. More rope was tied around their chest and arms,
forcing their uniform blouses to open over their breasts as the material were
stretched beyond breaking point.
Their eyes
were wide as they watched the men in front of them, all smiling as they played
cards at the table, and looking up at them as the hand finished. As one of them stood up and walked over,
their eyes widened again as he walked behind them, reaching round and pushing
their breasts back into their body as he felt them in his rough hands, his
fingers probing and teasing to see if they would react in any way other than
scream. As the second in command felt
the hands pushing into her chest, she didn’t scream, but instead moaned as she
felt the warmth in her body as it reacted to the feeling.
“She is
ready,” she heard him say, and as he opened her eyes she saw the other three
men stand up, two walking behind her colleagues as the other one unfastened her
skirt and let it drop to the floor, feeling between her legs as it
dropped. She closed her eyes and moaned
again at the touch of his fingers against his crotch, and allowed herself to
fall into a state of bliss, blocking out what was happening to her...
“And what of
our Chinese colleagues - what is happening to them?”
Elaine smiled
again as she said to Joanne “They are been reunited with their colleagues, even
as we speak.”
“MGDDDDD!!!”
Chang let out
the exclamation as the door to their cell opened and a train of six uniformed
Chinese police officers were led in, ropes around their arms and chests as they
were linked by the waist. At the end of
the line was a tall, thin, blonde haired woman who smiled at Kwan and Chang as
they forced themselves to stand. All six
had brown sticking tape plastered over their mouths, and the way they walked
suggested they had been molested as well.
“We have
brought you some company,” Amanda said as the guards started to release the six
new arrivals, all showing the signs of their journey. “They will release you, and you may converse
amongst yourselves until our guest arrives.”
“Urgst?”
“Yes
- a fellow countryman of yours who has offered all of you a place in his
organisation. You will be brought out when the time comes.”
As Amanda
left the room, a string of muffled yells fading as the door was closed, a guard
approached and bowed before her.
“Our Master
welcomes you home, honoured lady, and requests you
join him in his office. He has a special
reward for you.”
Amanda smiled
as she looked at the guard. “Does his Excellency
have a special request for me?”
“He does, my
lady - he says to come prepared to teach a lesson.”
“So be it -
inform him I will join him shortly.” Amanda
turned and walked quickly to her private quarters, as the guard hurried off in
the opposite direction.
“For fuck’s
sake, does it have to be so tight?”
Clare
grimaced as the rope was pulled again against her arms, watching as the
material of Joanne’s and Naomi’s blouses stretched over their chests and the
buttons started to part.
“It does -
our master demands it,” Elaine said as she nodded to the guards, who pulled
thick cloths into the mouths of their three captives, binding the ends tightly
before testing the capacity by squeezing hard on each woman’s breasts. Naomi screamed out as the fingers dug into
her ample flesh, her dark skin showing between the gaps at the front of her
blouse.
“Bring them,”
Elaine said as she left the room, walking quickly in front of the party as they
wondered along the corridor. As they
walked past one set of doors, Joanne and Clare could see into a vast cellar,
where groups of girls in various uniforms were sitting bound and gagged.
Eventually,
they were taken to a large heavy door, which opened inwards as they approached,
the three captives been pushed in by their guards. The first thing all three women saw was
Louise, lying on the long recliner, the brown ropes over her crisp white blouse
holding her arms firmly in place as she looked back at them, her eyes glazed.
He skirt was
lying above her waist, pushed up to reveal her white cotton knickers, while
standing beside her adjusting his clothing as the man all three recognised as
the Sheikh, their captor and the man Elaine bowed low to, saying “I have
brought them as directed, Master” to him.
“Excellent,
Elaine,” he said as he held his hand out to her and raised her head. “You have ensured the other girls have been
safely returned?”
“I have
Master - would you like me to take Louise as well and return her to the
others?”
“No - I have
a different plan for her. See to her while
I attend to these new arrivals.”
As Elaine
walked over and helped Louise to sit up, the Sheikh turned to the three bound
and gagged women and said “Welcome to your new home, ladies. I am your master.”
“Lkhlur,” Clare mumbled, only to open her eyes in pain as
she was grabbed from behind and her breasts squeezed by one of the guards.
“You will
learn respect and obedience,” he said as he held Clare’s cheek in his hand, the
black leather glove making her flinch with the aroma.
“Lvhrlnubstrd” Joanne said as she struggled as well, before
the door opened and Amanda walked in.
She was wearing a high collared white blouse, tight tan jodhpurs and
knee length black leather boots, with leather gloves over her hands.
“You asked to
see me, master,” she said as she closed the door behind her, watching as the
guards pulled Joanne, Clare and Naomi back and pinned the three of them to the
wall. A smile crossed her face as she
watched the three men groping the captives, their muffled screams going
unnoticed as the hands pawed and kneaded their flesh as their eyes closed.
“I did,
Amanda,” he said as he looked at his assistant.
“I am very pleased with the way you have performed your recent task, and
I wish to offer you a reward.”
“You are too
kind, master,” Amanda said as she bowed her head again. “May I ask what the reward is?”
In answer,
the Sheikh walked over to the three captives pinned against the wall. “You may have any one of these,” he said as
he looked at Amanda, “and Louise will watch as well as her training continues.”
“You are most
kind, master. Elaine - please take
Louise to my private chambers and prepare both her and yourself. I will be along shortly.”
“As you
command,” Elaine said as she took Louise by the arm and helped her to stand,
supporting her as they walked through the door been held open by the
guard. Amanda watched as the window
closed, and walked over to the wall, watching the Sheikh as he looked at each
of the three women.
“If I may
ask, Master, is there any you wish to stay?”
“This one,”
he said as he stopped in front of Clare, “had not been fully tested by me as of
yet. I would prefer if she was to stay.”
Clare’s eyes
widened as he said this, shaking her head from side to side as she said “Nnnnnnnnnn.” “In
which case my master,” Amanda said as she looked at the other two, “I
respectfully request that I be allowed to dine on dark meat tonight.”
Naomi’s eyes
shot open as she heard this, and saw the look in the Sheikh’s face as he said
“Excellent choice, Amanda - you may take her as she is. Put this one on the couch and make sure she
is secured.” Louise screamed as she was
dragged over to the recliner that Louise had been on, and forced to lie on her
back, rope passed around her ankles and legs by two of the guards to hold them
tightly together.
The Sheikh
smiled as he pushed Clare against the wall, reaching round and unfastening her
skirt as he allowed it to drop it to the floor.
She looked at Amanda, her eyes pleading as she felt his hands moving
between her legs, but Amanda simply smiled as she said “Bring her,” and walked
towards the door, her heels clicking on the floor as Naomi was dragged by her
guard after her.
The trio
walked down the corridor and down some stairs, before Amanda opened a door and
ushered the guard inside. “Leave her
with me,” she said, and as the guard walked out she stood behind Naomi, her
hands reaching out and caressing her breasts as they were forced out between
the coils of rope.
Naomi closed
her eyes as she felt the delicate touch against her nipples. After the treatment at the hands of the
Sheikh, this was almost arousing in her caress, even when she felt Amanda’s
fingernails digging into her flesh.
She heard a
moan, and opening her eyes she saw Louise stretched out on a bed, her wrists
tied above her and her mouth covered in black electrical tape. Her legs had been bound by the ankles and
knees again, but she could see a bulge just under her skirt and could hear a
low vibrating sound nearby.
“You may come
out now Elaine - there are no men present,” Amanda called out, and Naomi
watched as a door opened and Elaine came in.
She was no longer clad in the naqib, but
instead wore a one piece grey catsuit, her greying
hair held back in a ponytail. Naomi
followed her with her eyes as she walked over and stroked Louise’s cheek, the
young girl mewling through her tape gag as she looked over.
“Young Louise
here is learning that pleasure can be found in every situation,” Elaine said as
she stood up and walked over to Naomi, her eyes closing again as Amanda
continue dot softly probe into her breasts.
“It is a very hard lesson to learn, but it is one we all do eventually.”
“Hwlngfu,” Naomi said as she felt the sweat on her skin, the
moisture glistening as the light hit her dark face. As she felt Amanda squeeze her nipples she
let out a squeal, but it wasn’t one of simply pain - there was more going on
here, as she felt a warm tingle running through her body. The tingle only intensified as she felt the
soft touch of Amanda’s lips on her neck as she caressed her breasts.
As this was
happening, Elaine was kneeling in front of Naomi, running her hands up and down
her stocking covered legs and moving them up and under her skirt. As she felt Elaine squeezing her buttocks, at
the same time as Amanda was kissing and groping her, Naomi mewled
“Hgdddd” as she felt her body beginning to respond to
the caress.
“Hmm - you
are enjoying this, aren’t you,” Amanda said as she and Elaine swapped places,
the older woman caressing and groping her from behind as Amanda slowly pulled
the zip on her skirt down. As the blue
garment fell to the floor, Naomi felt the warmth growing between her legs,
especially as Amanda ran her hands up the inside of her thighs, stroking
between her legs on her crotch as she did so.
As the finger
stroked, Naomi went “Mmgmgmmmsmssmmmm” at the
sensations that started to run through her, her eyes closing as she tried to
fight the feelings that were definitely growing in her. She thought of her lover at home, the man she
had left behind, as she grimaced at the touch.
She also thought of her commanding officer, and what she wanted to do to
him - and that gave her the strength to continue to bear the assault.
“Mgggmmmmmmplssss,” she moaned as Amanda slowly pulled her
pantyhose down while Elaine continued to trace her fingers round her nipples,
two damp patches appearing on the fabric as she found herself unable to stop
her breasts responding. As Amanda fingered
her crotch, she buckled slightly at the legs, going “NGGMMMMMM” in response to
the way the stroking made her feel.
“You are a
beauty, aren’t you,” Amanda said as she licked Naomi’s lips, making her shiver
as Elaine held her firmly in her grasp, her hands gripping her breasts as she
gave in to the feelings that were overpowering her. Amanda stood up, her hand between Naomi’s
legs as she stroked her crotch while kissing her neck gently at the same time,
listening to Naomi’s calls of pleasure more than protest.
“Pls,” Louise said from her prone position, “hlpmmtlv.” “With
your permission, mistress,” Elaine said as she let go of Naomi, allowing Amanda
to push her against the wall as she walked over and turned up the frequency for
the other captive. She watched Louise as
she moaned in pleasure, smiling as she heard Naomi scream into her gag as
Amanda slowly, gently brought her to a state of climax.
“The tool,
Elaine,” Amanda called over her shoulder, and as Elaine opened a drawer she
brought out a large dildo, handing it to Amanda as Louise watched. Naomi’s eyes expanded as Amanda pushed it in,
pulling it back and forth and watching the young officer as she rapidly began
moving in tandem with it, bringing herself to a sexual climax like she had
never felt before, with either a man or a woman. As she screamed “YSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS” at the
top of her voice, Louise rolled onto her back and closed her eyes, both
enjoying the feelings between her own legs and still wondering if there was any
hope of rescue for her and her friends.
“Naomi - are
you all right?”
Joanne and
Clare helped Naomi to her feet as she was thrown back into the cell, removing
the ropes around her and the soaked cloth from her mouth. Elaine walked in and left three gowns on the
table.
“Put these
on,” she said as she looked at Naomi, the glance returned with full
meaning. “Your clothes will be cleaned,
ironed and pressed for tomorrow.”
“What happens
tomorrow?” Clare asked the question as
Joanne heeled the shivering naval officer.
“Tomorrow,
your new life truly begins. Good night,
Ladies.” As she turned and walked out,
the women heard the heavy door slam shut and the lock been turned.
“We’re in the
seventh hell,” Naomi finally said as she leaned forward, “Aren’t we? You were meant to rescue the girls, we were
meant to rescue you - and instead we’ve been captured and are presumed dead as
well. It’s hopeless, isn’t it?”
“Maybe not,”
Joanne said grimly. “There is one thing
they don’t know.” Naomi and Clare looked
at her, wondering what she had in mind...
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