Chapter 19 - Slaves To the Emir
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The kidnapping by the Arab slavers was the beginning of a period of living hell
for Ludivine and the others. The attack had been a complete surprise. The
slavers sought only the white women. Ludivine had been forced to watch as Ibo
women and children were shot down. The better-armed Arabs easily slaughtered the
few royal guards. Spears were no match for muskets. Much to Ludivine's dismay
many of the Ibo women who were relatives of the royal family had died defending
their queen in spite of Ludivine's entreaties for them to flee.
The seventeen female captives were force-marched to a waiting ship, a small
fast dhow that sailed quickly up the coast with its human cargo. They had been
snatched from an idyllic existence with the Ibo. To add to the women's despair,
Nabu and a thousand warriors had arrived in hot pursuit as the dhow sailed away
from the coast. A few more minutes and the slavers would have been slaughtered.
Nabu watched in frustration as the wind filled the dhow's sails. He lacked a
vessel to pursue her.
The slavers sailed up the coast to Somalia then marched the women for three
days across the desert to the city of Berbera. The city was one of the most
distant outposts of the Ottoman Empire. The Sultan in Istanbul had tasked the
Emir of Berbera to conquer Somalia for the Divine Port. To that end, the Sultan
had provided the Emir with a vast quantity of gold and a cadre of Prussian
trained officers to build his army.
For the march across the desert inferno, the women were fitted with thick
iron collars then chained together. By the time they approached Berbera, some of
the women were on the verge of collapse.
"Up, up," yelled the Arab slaver as he whipped the women lying in the sand.
Ludivine struggled to stand in spite of the blows raining down on her but she
was chained to Lorraine who couldn't rise because Cynthia had collapsed from
exhaustion and thirst. The whip landed repeatedly on her and Lorraine's back as
they struggled to get Cynthia upright.
"Hold, Rashid," said Muhammad the leader staying the whip hand of the most
brutal and violent of the slavers.
"We will camp there for the night," said Muhammad pointing toward a nearby
oasis.
"Good, one more night of pleasure with these unclean infidel whores," said
Rashid.
"Yes, but spare the whip, tomorrow we arrive in Berbera and the Emir will pay
a better price if they are not marked," said Muhammad.
Ludivine and the others threw themselves in the cooling waters of the spring
fed pool when they arrived in the oasis. It was the end of the third day of
their march from the coast. Ludivine had overheard Muhammad and was heartened
that they would arrive at their destination the following morning. She doubted
she or any of the women would survive more than another day or two of being
marched in chains through the hellish Somaliland desert. Cynthia and Roxanne
looked totally done in.
Ludivine was lying in the shallow cool shallow waters when Rashid pointed to
her. She stood wearily up as Rashid unfastened her chains. Around her the
slavers were selecting their female companions for the night. There were more
than thirty slavers. Each of the women had been forced to service several of the
Arabs each night of their trek
As usual Muhammad had selected Melody Ellsworth the young sister of the
Reverend Gordon Ellsworth. Melody had the ill luck to be sleeping in the women's
hut the morning the slavers attacked. Both Melody and Meredith, the Reverend's
wife had held up better than Ludivine had expected. Although only fifteen,
Melody had coped with the nightly rapes and brutal treatment of the slavers.
Meredith the minister's wife was at first terrified of the slavers and proving
not as adaptable as her sister-in-law. On the dhow, Meredith had resisted the
first slaver who without ceremony had grabbed her ankles spreading them apart as
he mounted her. He had easily overcome her attempts at resistance. However, when
he finished he held Meredith by the hair and slapped her face repeatedly until
blow flowed from her nose and lips. After the slaver had spit in her face,
cursed her and left, Elena took Meredith to console her.
"You can't resist them. They will beat you senseless but still have their way
in the end. It's better to give them no cause for complaint. And it is even
better to take whatever pleasure you can from the act because it cannot be
avoided," said Elena holding a tearful Meredith.
Elena taught Meredith the necessary skills and she helped her to adopt the
outlook required to insure her survival. Meredith had now resigned herself to
her fate and each time she was chosen she willingly lay on her back and spread
her legs. In the hold of the slaver's dhow, Elena had taught her to manipulate
her clitoris to lubricate and relax her sex making it easier for the slaver's
cock to enter her vagina.
"Just pretend it your wedding night and Reverend Ellsworth is on top acting
like a young ram," said Elena.
"The Reverend was always very gentle and respectful,' said Meredith.
"Well, pretend he's changed. He certainly played the ram at the coronation.
You've lived in the countryside, haven't you?" said Elena.
"Yes, in the Midlands," replied Meredith.
"So you know how a young healthy ram covers each of the ewes in the flock,
slamming his cock in them like he was possessed," said Elena.
"Yes, every spring the other girls and I slipped down to the meadow and
watched from the trees. We were not supposed to see that sort of thing but for
reasons unknown we all found ourselves hiding in the tall grass as the rams made
a lamb with each ewe," said Meredith.
"And you've seen how much the ewes enjoy the ferocious fucking they get. They
bleat out their pleasure as he gives them no mercy," said Elena.
"I do admit there was guilty pleasure in watching Isaiah, that was my uncle's
ram having his way with the ewes," said Meredith. "He was so powerful and strong
and his member was huge. The poor ewe's hind quarters would actually spread as
he covered them."
"And didn't you ever wish you were one of those ewes and the Reverend was your
ram, giving you all the cock you could take as you bleated your pleasure and
urged him to greater efforts," said Elena.
"Yes, but those are sinful thoughts," said Meredith.
"True, and this is a horrible sinful place where ungodly men use us for their
pleasure and we can not stop them. In order to survive you must make the best of
things. When you are chosen, rub this place," said Elena reaching between
Meredith's legs to massage her clitoris.
"Self-abuse is a mortal sin," said Meredith but she did allow Elena to keep
rubbing her. Meredith along with Melody had participated in the indiscriminate
coupling of the Ibo wedding and coronation. But they had been under the
influence of the Ibo's potent home brewed beer. Meredith had also been
encouraged by the behavior of her husband who had lost all his inhibitions and
mounted as many of the Ibo and European women as he was capable. Still once away
from the Ibo and in the hands of the slavers, Meredith needed guidance in how to
survive her capture.
"Self-abuse is not a sin when you are a female trying to survive captivity
where you have no control over your body," said Elena. "The next time, a slaver
wants you, start making yourself ready immediately before he mounts you. Suck
his cock to cover it with saliva as you rub your clitoris to lubricate
yourself."
"I do feel wetter when you rub me," said Meredith.
"Pretend you're an ewe on your uncle's estate and a ram of enormous size and
stamina is having you. Enjoy it, revel in it, and make that ram think you are
the best fuck in the flock."
The next time a slaver came to the ship's hold and pointed toward Meredith she
took Elena's advice and found that not only did it go much easier for her but
the slaver had not slapped her face and spit on her once he finished inside her.
Slowly she learned to accept the pleasure of having a slaver's cock in her and
she gave herself freely to whoever wanted her.
Ludivine stood up and smiled at Rashid as he pointed toward her. She resigned
herself to another night with Rashid. He seemed enthralled with her red hair. He
had even come down into the filthy rat-infested hold of the slave ship for
Ludivine. He had unchained her and forced her to her knees as he opened his
robe. The other women watched as Ludivine was confronted with his hairy cock.
Sensing what was expected, Ludivine had taken it into her mouth and sucked his
penis until he ejaculated. He had chained Ludivine back up ignoring her request
for water.
"Open your mouth infidel whore,' said Rashid holding his cock toward Ludivine.
Ludivine held her mouth open as Rashid aimed a stream of foul yellow piss
between her lips.
"Swallow my urine, filthy godless slut," said Rashid looking into Ludivine's
eyes as he filled her mouth.
Ludivine swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the dark yellow urine. After
Rashid finished he leaned his face down to Ludivine's. He used his hand to force
her mouth open the spit a large gob of saliva down her throat.
"There's the kind of lover only Lady Caroline Lamb could enjoy," commented
Elena who had watched her sister's rape.
Ludivine had returned to an exhausted sleep with the taste of Rashid's semen,
urine, and spit in her mouth. Other slavers had made visits to the hold and
forced themselves on the women captives during the voyage. An Arab would all of
a sudden appear in the dark hold, take the woman's ankles and spread them apart
then mount her. The space was small and the women tightly packed. Ludivine had
cradled Melody's head in her lap the first time a slaver had ventured below and
selected the minister's sister. Melody had cried quietly after the slaver had
departed.
Other than Meredith and Melody, the women's prior experiences had prepared
them to easily handle the sexual demands of the crew. It had not been the loud
bawdy and drunken rapes of the pirates or the exotic orgies conducted in the
harem of the Fortress. Nor had it been the routine of daily demands for paid sex
that the women had experienced in the brothel. At irregular times never more
than two of the Arabs would climb down into the hold seeking sexual
satisfaction. After they were satisfied, they would steal quietly away. For
everyone except the two newcomers, the sex was pretty tame and infrequent.
"Fucking us must be against their religion," said Betty. "You'd think their
wife was up on deck and they were sneaking down for a quick one while she takes
a shit."
"They believe they are defiling themselves with us," said Meredith. "We are
unclean and rape of an infidel woman is forbidden by the Quran."
"Yet, they come and then they cum," laughed Larraine. "Filthy bastards are
unable to resist their need for us."
"I don't mind sucking them off but I could use a drink of water afterwards,"
said Ludivine, "There diet gives their semen a very strong and unpleasant
taste."
That last night in the desert, Ludivine had stroked and sucked Rashid's cock
until it was hard as she played with her own sex to lubricate herself. She
lifted her filthy tattered skirt as she straddled Rashid's prone form. Ludivine
used her hand to hold Rashid's cock as she positioned it at the entrance of her
hole and slowly lowered herself. Once his cock was fully embedded in her sex,
Ludivine started the slow back and forth motion that would bring him to a
climax.
Ludivine contracted the muscles lining her vagina as she began a rolling
motion. The feeling of Rashid's hard cock inside her sex was one of the very few
pleasant experiences of the last several days. Ludivine made a slight adjustment
in her position to bring her clit more in contract with Rashid's pubic region.
"Englisher whore," repeatedly muttered Rashid speaking the only poor English
phrase he knew.
Ludivine smiled at Rashid as he motioned for her to remove her top so he could
handle her breasts as she fucked him. Ludivine moved slowly and gracefully.
Around her, the other women chosen by the slavers were performing whatever
sexual acts the Arabs desired. Melody was noisily sucking Mohammad's cock. As
the desert sky appeared overhead, Ludivine wondered what lay in store for them
in Berbera.
It only took a few minutes after their arrival for Ludivine to realize they
were once again in a very bad situation. The Arabs had marched the women to a
large fortress on the outskirts of Berbera and sold them to a Prussian officer.
After a minimum of haggling, the slavers and the officer agreed on a price.
Muhammad Al-Huwazai leader of the slavers recounted to the Prussians how he
had captured the women in the royal village of the Ibo tribe.
"We watched them for three days. The white women were together sleeping in the
royal hut when we attacked. They had been fucking with the Ibo men and women for
days. That morning the Ibo men went to hunt the lion so we had our opportunity.
The tall red haired woman is said to their queen," said Muhammad as he carefully
counted the coins that the Captain handed him.
"Well, queen or not, she's a private in the Emir's army now," said the
Captain.
"They are nothing but whores, the vilest of women. You should have seen how
willing they were to give themselves to the Ibo. They performed sinful acts
forbidden by the Quran with Ibo woman and with one another," spat Rashid.
Julia who spoke a little German had tried to explain to the Captain that some
of the ladies were members of the British aristocracy and that Julia herself was
a full duchess. Julia added that there could be a considerable reward for aiding
their return to England. After Julia finished, Captain Rhinerman had calmly
informed Julia that she had spoken to an officer without permission and that was
against the rules. The Captain's baton struck out catching Julia in her sex
causing her to grab her groin and roll on the ground screaming. Captain
Rhinerman grabbed Julia by the air pulling her erect. He struck her several
times with his baton before dropping her sobbing form to the ground.
The women were shoved into two ranks. The sergeants and corporals made a point
of arranging the women as if they were in a military formation. It was not
until Colonel Himmelman spoke that the seventeen women understood their fate.
The tall aristocratic Hessian stood erect in the fortress square and made a
short speech to the new arrivals.
"I am Colonel Baron Rothgar Himmelman. I am in command of Emir Al Rashid the
Magnificent's military forces. The Emir in his wisdom has decided to form a
company of European females. You are part of that company. Your commander will
be Captain Rhinerman. He will have life and death authority over you. The
training regimen will follow the manual of arms written by his imperial majesty,
Frederick the Great. I assure you that before too long you will be more afraid
of your officer's baton than the enemy. As we have with those who came before
you, we began by showing you what is meant by Prussian discipline."
After the Colonel finished, the women were forced to strip and placed in a
cage at the edge of a square. A Sergeant marched into the cage and selected five
of the women at random. The first five included Ludivine, Elena, Julia, Cynthia,
and Roxanne. Soldiers took Ludivine and the four others to a set of double
whipping posts and chained them between the poles. The whipping posts were
located in the center of the square.
Ludivine watched as the Sergeant removed his shirt then uncoiled a whip.
Ludivine gathered her courage as she heard the Sergeant cracking the whip in the
air to limber up his arm. She tried to resign herself to what was about to
happen.
In spite of her determination not to scream, Ludivine opened her mouth and
wailed with every ounce of lungpower she possessed when the metal clad tip of
the sergeant's whip curled between her widely spread legs and curved upward to
land directly on her clit. It wrapped around the protruding flesh and landed
with a savage smack. A fiery sensation radiated from the tortured three inches
of dangling nerve ganglia creating an undeniable urge to give voice to the pain.
The women remaining in the cage watched forlornly as the non-commissioned
officers whipped the first five of their group. Several of the less stalwart
women were crying at the prospect that soon their naked bodies would be hanging
in chains as the soldiers applied their vicious whips to their backs. The air
was filled by the repeated cracks of the whip followed by the anguished cries of
the females. Most of the blows landed on the women's backsides but the soldiers
occasionally leaned forward to wrap the whip around the women's body such that
it landed on their breasts or sex.
"Well done, Sergeant," said Captain Rhinerman noting the way the tall red
headed woman's body contorted as the pain flowed outward from her sex. As an
officer in the Prussian Army he was fully conversant with the art of the lash
and what it took to bring the bravest man or woman to the point of madness or
death. His goal in having each of the new arrivals subjected to his
non-commissioned officers blows was to instill in their minds the nature of
their punishment for even the slightest infraction of the rules.
Over the last month as the Arab slavers had filled the Emir's fortress prison
with kidnapped females, the European women had born their punishment well. Only
two had died and one had gone completely mad. The Captain had ended the woman's
madness by placing his revolver at the nape of her neck and pulling the trigger.
This latest lot looked particularly strong and their addition brought the
planned troop of females to two above the required number for a full company.
Their harsh training according to the world's strictest military code could
begin immediately.
The Captain felt a twinge in his groin as he watched the naked Ludivine twist
in agony between the two upright posts she was chained between. In spite of her
height and the deformity of her sex, she is a real beauty the Captain told
himself. I'll have her a few times before the soldiers wear her out.
Ludivine's scream evinced some laughter from the town's filthy street urchins
who had gathered to watch the white skinned English women being whipped and
abused by the Prussians. Some of the little beggars had exposed their cocks and
were fisting themselves as they watched the start of what the Captain referred
to as the attitude adjustment phase of their training.
Amazingly prominent clit on the English bitch noted the Captain as he watched
it turn beet red from the blow. The Captain and his fellow officers had been
startled to discover that Ludivine and the others have all been altered in the
Chinese fashion to make them more willing whores.
"You don't see that much outside of the Orient," said the Captain to Major
Rundle standing nearby.
"Never heard that the British went in for that form of mutilation," responded
the Major.
"Actually they don't. The fat one who claims to be a duchess said they were
taken by pirates and forced to work in a brothel. She said a Chinaman chopped
them up in Madagascar. He also treated their pubic region with an ointment that
permanently removed all the hair," said the Captain. "I've seen this kind of
thing before."
"Really, where," said the Major?
"Once in a Hamburg brothel I bought a whore with her labia sliced off and the
hood over her clitoris cut away. She was a White Russian who had been kidnapped
and put to work in a brothel in Port Arthur. The owner of the Hamburg brothel
had purchased her and brought her to his place to serve as a novelty. Fifteen of
seventeen of the new arrivals have been altered in the same way. I understand it
creates an almost insatiable appetite for sexual intercourse. The White Russian
whore would do anything as long as you stuffed your cock in her."
"And the two that aren't cut what's their story?" asked the Major.
"They claim to be the wife and sister of an Anglican missionary," said the
Captain. That set both officers to laughing.
"How does it make them greater whores?" asked the Major staring at Elena's
naked and open sex and finding himself attracted to the auburn haired beauty.
"It makes their parts more sensitive. You saw how the red haired one reacted
when the whip landed on her cunt. She practically jumped out of her skin."
"So with the seventeen that bring us to the required number? Your complement
of female recruits is complete," said the Major. "You can start training within
the week."
"One hundred and eighty two, the Colonel will be pleased," said the Captain.
"And so will the Emir," added the Major. "He is most anxious to stand in the
reviewing stand and watch them march by."
"Woman soldiers, the Emir's a fucking madman," said the Captain
disapprovingly.
"Not so loud, Captain, the Emir has his spies everywhere," said the Major
looking around to see if one of the Emir's people was nearby.
"Trained whores will murder us in out beds," said the Captain.
"Not if we keep them under the strictest discipline"
"They'll be taught to shoot and the ones that can ride to use sabers," said
the Captain.
"What can I say, the Emir is paying us far more than we can earn in anyone
else's service. If he wants one hundred and eighty two whores trained as musket
soldiers, then we'll train them. Don't forget we have over three hundred
grenadiers and a hundred horsemen to keep the women in line. They'll keep them
so well fucked they won't be able to walk let alone attack their officers."
"We shall see, Major, I hope you are correct," said the Captain.
The two officers watched as the non-commissioned officers finished delivering
thirty lashes to the first five women. Julia was making the most noise but all
five women were screaming each time the whip landed.
As soon as these first five had received their lashes, the grenadiers would
drag five more of the women to the punishment posts. That would continue until
all seventeen had been whipped.
By the thirtieth lash, Ludivine and the others were hanging in their chains
barely coherent. Rough hands removed the iron manacles from her wrists and
ankles. She was barely able to stand. Two Grenadiers gripped her under the
armpits and carried her the few feet to the cage where the other women were
kept. Other grenadiers were busily dragging five more screaming women toward the
punishment posts.
Within two hours, all seventeen had been whipped and were lying in the cage
sobbing. Ludivine poured a ladle of water over her head to revive herself. Her
back and parts of her front burned horribly from the whip.
"I'd rather be raped than whipped," said Melody her hand reaching behind to
feel the painful whelps on her back. "I'm bleeding."
"I'd rather be fucked by thirty pirates than have thirty lashes," said Elena.
"The tip of the whip landed on my pussy and it feels numb," said Lorraine.
"I heard one of the soldiers say that he and his mates planned to have their
fun with us later. I don't think we will lack for men between out legs," said
Millicent who was seeking to comfort Julia who was still crying although she was
among the first to be whipped.
Sally and Anne Claridge were sobbing nearby as they held Roxanne who had lost
consciousness.
"Drink some water," said Ludivine pushing the bucket in Elena's direction.
"First five whipped, come with me," said the Sergeant standing at the entrance
to the cage.
"What now," demanded Julia to the Sergeant as she stood up?
"Does the dumb bitch ever learn?" whispered Elena to Ludivine.
"You two turn her for punishment," said the Sergeant to two of his soldiers.
They grabbed the protesting Julia's ankles and pulled her feet out from under
her. They turned her upside down holding her legs apart in a Y shape. The
Sergeant stepped up to where he was looking directly downward into Julia's sex.
"Every one of you take notice. This is how we deal with you when you speak to
officers or sergeants without permission," said the Sergeant looking at the
women who were watching intently. The Sergeant delivered five blows with this
baton to Julia's sex. Julia passed out after the second blow. That occasioned
the Sergeant to order a bucket of water dumped over Julia to revive her. After a
sputtering and screaming Julia returned to consciousness, the Sergeant struck
her three more times. Julia collapsed to the floor moaning loudly as she
clutched her badly bruised vagina. Her clit had absorbed several of the blows
and had started to swell.
The Captain watched Julia's punishment with an amused look. Overall he had
been pleased with the new arrivals. The one called Ludivine was a real beauty
and so was her sister. Some of the younger women especially the twins were quite
appealing also. Roxanne, the youngest, would tickle the Colonel fancy. The
Colonel preferred his bed partners to be of a tender age. He had already
mentioned to the Captain that he planned to bed the young girl.
The Captain wondered how the women would fare when the Colonel gave them to
the grenadiers or the horsemen for the night. The mercenaries hired for the
Emir's army were the worst kind of scum, freebooters, former French Foreign
Legionaries, criminals, men too violent for a regular army.
The Emir intended to subdue the whole of Somaliland and he wasn't particular
how it got done. The mercenary army had been highly successful against the far
more numerous but untrained natives. The female company had been formed at the
insistence of the Emir whose tastes in such matters ran to the depraved. The
Captain had dined several evenings at the Emir's Palace where he had been
appalled at the perversions that were practiced. The Captain had no appetite for
young boys. And the idea of training the women as warriors struck him as insane.
However the Colonel had readily agreed believing that women would be easy to
control. The Emir had also increased their pay to compensate for the additional
company of female soldiers.
I wonder how this lot will fare when they visit the Emir's dungeon considered
the Captain as he watched the five women being marched away from the square.
They had to help Julia who was having trouble walking. The Captain found himself
admiring Ludivine's breasts as she walked by. Too bad about her tits but they
are the Emir's property thought the Captain.
The five women were marched into the inner fortress. Upon entering the
building, they descended two flights of stairs then proceeded down a dark stone
corridor emerging in a large subterranean dungeon. Ludivine shuddered as she
looked around the hellish place. Everywhere she looked, torturers were working
on dark skinned natives. Screams of agony filled the air. Later she learned that
torture was used to gather intelligence on the tribes of Somalia that had not
yet agreed to the Emir's rule. Ludivine thought it particularly ominous that as
soon as they entered the dungeon, everyone halted and looked toward them. A one
eyed Arab wearing only a loincloth came running up to the Sergeant and saluted.
"Five more slaves for the Emir, we have seventeen total for you today,
Zakreem," said the Sergeant to the half naked Arab who was in charge of the
dungeon.
"Seventeen you say, all like this lot," said the dungeon master displaying a
mouthful of rotting teeth.
"Yes, do what's needed and hurry. I haven't all day," said the Sergeant.
"We're entitled to have our fun with them," said Zakreem defiantly.
"Just don't take too long," said the Sergeant.
The dungeon master barked some orders and the five women were placed against
the dungeon wall. Iron manacles hanging from chains were placed around their
wrists. The chains were tightened and the women's arms drawn painfully over
their head. Ludivine and the others found themselves suspended by there arms
their feet several inches above the floor.
The women's whipped backsides were in agony as they were pressed against the
rough masonry. Ludivine gasped in pain as the workers grabbed her ankles pulling
her legs into a split as they manacled them to two iron rings set in the wall.
Her legs were flat against the wall perpendicular to her body. Ludivine could
only wonder at the reason that she and the others were now in a position of an
upside down T. My sex is open to whoever wants to stick himself inside me
thought Ludivine as she looked around the room at the many torturers who were
watching the women intently.
"You are a tall one and with such a strange pussy. And look at the hair," said
Zakreem stepping in front of Ludivine and placing his filthy fingers in her
vagina. Ludivine turned her head as Zakreem's foul breath invaded her nostrils.
Around her other workers were inserting their fingers in the cunts of the women.
"Give us a kiss," said Zakreem to Ludivine.
Ludivine turned her head unable to cope with the fetid breath and scabrous
lips.
"Give old Zakreem a kiss or he's cut your pussy thing off," said Zakreem his
hand grasping Ludivine's clitoris.
Ludivine gave in and pressed her lips against Zakreem's. She allowed his
tongue to pass between her lips and intertwine with hers.
"Hurry up, your filthy swine," yelled the Captain.
"Just having some fun," said Zakreem standing back and placing his hands on
Ludivine's breasts to examine them.
Ludivine looked over to see that the Sergeant and Captain Rhinerman were
lighting cigarettes as they watched the proceedings.
"Both tits?" asked Zakreem turning to the Captain as his fingers worked their
way back into Ludivine's sex.
"Yes, why not," answered Captain Rhinerman. The Captain felt that symmetry was
important and he preferred that both of the women's breasts matched.
Four dungeon workers moved a large brazier of red-hot coals over in front of
the women. A bellows was pumped to increase the temperature. Zakreem removed a
glowing iron from the brazier and examined it before returning it to the coals.
Zakreem barked orders to the workers. Ludivine and the others watched helplessly
as a sweat drenched worker stepped in front of them and began to fist their
cock. As soon as their cocks were hard, the worker pushed himself in the women's
cunt. Ludivine grunted in pain as the motion of her attacker forced her back
against the stonewall. The worker pumped into her for a few minutes his breath
becoming more rapid. At some point, he said something to Zakreem over his
shoulder. Ludivine felt him move slightly to the side as the strong hands of
another worker grabbed the base of her breast and squeezed it tight forcing the
flesh to expand. Ludivine watched in horror as Zakreem appeared holding a
glowing red branding iron with some sort of design on the end.
"Hold her steady as Azul fucks her," said Zakreem placing the iron almost on
Ludivine's breast.
"I am almost there," said Azul pumping into Ludivine. "May the Prophet take
this whore's soul to hell."
Ludivine heard a loud hiss and the smell of her own burnt flesh entered her
nostrils. Her cunt was accepting the rapid jabs of Azul's cock as Zakreem slowly
branded her breast to signify she was a slave of the Emir. Ludivine experienced
an explosion of pain in her breast as Azul repeatedly ejaculated in her vagina.
A worker handed Zakreem a freshly heated iron as he moved to Elena who was
being slowly fucked by another torturer. Ludivine lost consciousness with the
sound of her sister's screams in her ears.
Moments later, Ludivine was jolted awake when a bucket of cold water was
thrown in her face. The other four women had been branded and the torturers
threw a bucker of cold water on each of the women to revive them.
"Now for your other tit, whore," said Zakreem as a different worker stepped up
to Ludivine and pushed his cock in her. Ludivine begged and pleaded not to be
branded again. But it was to no avail. The worker fucked her agonized body for a
while then signaled to Zakreem he was on the verge of ejaculation. Ludivine's
unmarked breast was immobilized and slowly branded. This time Ludivine did not
pass out. She screamed like a banshee into the smiling toothless face of her
rapist as she felt the iron touch the surface then sink beneath the skin causing
the layer of subcutaneous fat to hiss and pop as the bright red iron came in
contact. The torturer finished in her and she felt his semen dripping out of her
open cunt as Zakreem moved to each of the women branding their other breast as
his workers squirted their cunts full of semen.
Ludivine outside of the time the pirates had drug that hawser between her legs
had never experienced such suffering. At some point, Zakreem smeared a handful
of some form of grease on the brands and the women were released from their
restraints and allowed to fall to the ground.
"Zakreem says it is the greatest fuck imaginable. Their cunt practically
squeezes your cock off as the iron burns into their tit," said the Sergeant to
the Captain.
"Have you tried it?' asked the Captain.
"No, I don't have the nerve to let that filthy beggar near me with a branding
iron," said the Sergeant.
"Neither do it, but it does look interesting," said the Captain.
More buckets of cold water were used to revive the women. After that they were
taken from the dungeon and placed in the barracks with the other women.
