"More Harem Captives" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maclean Alistair)

He nodded to Nadu who seized her and turned her round. Quickly he unlocked one wrist and handcuffed her again with her hands held in front of her. Then he gripped her and made her bend over, holding her in position for the cane.
The other women, not daring to break their position, were still looking straight ahead. But they heard two whistling noise and a scream from Patricia who, released by Nadu, jumped up screaming and trying in vain to reach back behind her to ease rub her bottom: with: 'No! No more! Stop it, I'm an Englishwoman and I'll report you to the British Ambassador!'
But Malaka simply laughed and nodded to Nadu, who seized her again and held her bent over. Again there were two more whistling noises, each followed again by a scream from Patricia: 'No! Stop it! You've no right to ...'
But again Malaka merely laughed and again Nadu held her bent over. Again there were two whistling noises. This time a sobbing Patricia contritely screamed out: 'No! Please stop it. I'm sorry I spoke.'
'Yes,' said Malaka, 'you soon be very sorry you disobey me.' He turned to the other women: 'And you all listen to flogging. You get flogged too, if you disobey me.'
There was an intake of breath from the other women, but none dared to speak. Malaka turned back to the weeping Patricia: 'Twelve more strokes - and this time each to be a single stroke.'
'Oh my God!' cried Patricia
'Your Christian God he not help you,' laughed Malaka. 'I good Moslem - like Master.'
Again she was bent over by Nadu and the flogging continued until the full twenty strokes had been delivered to the sobbing woman, whilst the other women trembled with fear in silence and remained looking straight ahead.
Then Nadu turned Patricia round so that she was back in the line of scared women. Again he handcuffed her with her hands behind her back.
'No more trouble from her,' said Malaka in Arabic to Nadu, 'and her flogging will have served to break in the other women. Now,' he said to helpless and frightened women, 'overseers of Master's women come and inspect you, before buying you for their teams.'
None of the women understood what he meant, but they were all horrified when, moments later, four young black boys entered the dungeon. They were carrying short dogwhips and were dressed rather like Malaka but with a varying coloured stripe in his turban. Each was carrying a list describing the women.


9 - AUCTIONED!

Laughing and chattering amongst themselves, the young eunuchs started to examine the line of frightened women. Nadu had put a card with a number on it in front of each woman and the boys were eagerly checking these numbers against their lists.
Each was calculating how much he could bid for these women. Although their funds, except for the Blue Team, had recently been topped up, each knew that competition to acquire some of these exotic creatures would almost use up all his money again. All were, therefore, judging how each pair of women would catch the eye of the Master and could be trained to please him - and hence perhaps earn them large financial rewards with which to top up their team funds again, so that they could buy further women for their teams.
Only young Borka seemed a little uninterested. His Blue Team already included two sets of white Christian Matched Pairs: the Dutch mother and daughter and Penelope and Chantalle and their acquisition had pretty well exhausted his team funds - though the Master had so enjoyed degrading them that he had given Borka substantial tips. However, he knew that he could not outbid his rival team leaders who, having no white Matched Pairs in their teams, would be willing to pay large sums to acquire one.
Rafta, the eighteen-year-old overseer of the Red Team, was feeling the chained women's breasts, wondering how they would look if, like the rest of his team, they had their breasts enlarged and their nipples stretched. It was an expensive treatment that he had to pay to be carried out by a local surgeon, but it was also one that greatly helped his women to catch the eye of the Master. However, he would have to keep back sufficient funds for this treatment and was wondering if he would have enough for it in his team's fund after buying them.
Gorka, the diminutive pygmy boy overseer of the Green Team, was feeling the muscles of their arms and thighs, as well as between their now exposed beauty lips and wondering how they would fit in with his team of tall girls trained to march and manoeuvre like toy soldiers - something that also greatly appealed to the Master.
Yorka, the overseer of the Yellow Team, was similarly thinking how erotic each would look after being transformed, like all the women in his team, into a white version of the young women in his native village - with a big brass ring through her nose, a shiny and completely bald cranium on which would be tattooed the Master's crest and her harem number, and wearing just a piece of bark hanging from a string round her waist. It was a highly degrading transformation for a white woman and, because of that, was one that had earned him large tips from a delighted Master.
All of them were assessing how good a Matched Pair the English mother and daughter, Amanda and Diana, would prove to be and similarly the American Jewish sisters, Jill and Candice. For apart from their similar looks, each pair would also have to be trained to perform together before the Master and in his bed. The more reluctant and horrified they were to do so and the more they had to be driven on by their overseer's whip, the greater would be the Master's enjoyment - thus the bigger their own tip.
The same considerations applied to the lesbian pair, with the added erotic excitement of making the older dominant woman partake against her will in the rape of her young protйgйe.
In all three cases, there was also the possibility of further catching the Master's eye by proposing that a pair should later be made to submit to one of his pet hobbies: what the Prince jokingly called "A little Forced Breeding". Undoubtedly he would be delighted to impose a maternity, using the same stud, on both the mother and daughter, on the two Jewish sisters and on the lesbians - and particularly on the dominant older lesbian, with her natural hatred of all things male.
After giving the young overseers time to examine the women, Malaka clapped his hands for silence. It was time to start the auction - with the English mother and daughter.
'Here, ' he said in Arabic, 'we have a beautiful mother and daughter, fit to rival that of Blue Team, which has proved so popular with the Master and whom he chose to carry progeny fathered by the same Black Guard. Here is your chance to make your team as popular with the Master as undoubtedly the Blue Team has been ... how much am I bid?'
The bidding was sharp, though Borka was soon forced to drop out. Yorka was saving his money for the Lesbian couple and also dropped out, leaving Rafta and Gorka to battle it out. Amanda and Diana were both tall and it was this that made Gorka particularly keen to get them for his team. Finally Rafta dropped out and they were knocked down to Gorka, who unfastened them and led them off to the dormitory of his Green Team.
Then it was the turn of the Jewish sisters. Despite Rafta's disappointment at not being able to buy the mother and daughter, he felt that enlarging the breasts of both rather slim sisters would make them into a highly erotic Matched Pair that would surely catch the eye of the Master. He was, therefore, now determined to outbid his remaining rivals. It was not long before he was leading them off to join the rest of his team.
From the very start Yorka had had his eye on Patricia and her younger and submissive partner, Kelly. He was soon able to outbid Borka and led the horrified pair off to start their transformation into a pair of "white negresses".
'A very satisfactory outcome,' commented Malaka to Nadu. 'And doubtless you will soon be having your hands full with several more pairs of nicely curved bellies.'
Then he turned to a rather despondent Borka. 'Cheer up,' he laughed, 'you've got two Matched Pairs of white women in your team - and that's still more than the others!'

PART III


IN THE HANDS OF A PYGMY BOY EUNUCH


10 - ANOTHER MOTHER AND DAUGHTER ENTER THE HAREM

Amanda Saunders' mind had been in turmoil ever since the bandits had stopped the mini-bus. Quite apart from the worry of being parted from her young son, she had been appalled by what had then happened to her daughter and herself - and terrified by what had happened to Patricia when she had tried to protest. Like her daughter, she was also highly embarrassed at being seen naked by all these black men and boys - especially since her protecting pubic hair had been removed.
She was therefore, at first, delighted when the young pygmy Gorka thrust some green coloured clothes at her and at Diana. 'You put on these clothes now!' he ordered.
She and Diana were therefore shocked when they found that the so-called clothes were nothing more than bulbous harem pantaloons and short boleros. They were even more shocked when they found that the pantaloons were of transparent silk. But that was not all, for the pantaloons were cut away in front to disclose their now shorn intimacies. Moreover, to further emphasise the purpose of the cutaway, it was edged with pearls.
They then found that the boleros did not meet in the front and so scarcely hid their breasts and nipples. Oh how embarrassing and especially front of these black men and boys.
However, Gorka then handed them two black robes. Gratefully they pulled them on over their heads and were pleased that they came down to their ankles, but were then dismayed to find that they covered their faces as well, like the all-enveloping Burkhas they had seen Arab women wearing in the streets of London. In front of their eyes was just a lace grille.
'Mummy, what's happening to us? What are they going to do with us?' Diana whispered under her black shroud. Where are we, why can't we have our clothes back, why are we being kept half naked?'
'I don't know, darling, it's all very mysterious. But I think that perhaps we're being taken to the harem of a rich Arab.'
'A harem! Oh, no!' Diana gasped. 'But this is the 21st Century. Surely harems don't really exist in this day and age!'
'Silence!' ordered Gorka, raising his dogwhip. 'You not talk without permission.'