Chapter 44

The girls’ short-lived relief of living in a less cramped cell was interrupted by the shocking arrival of four new captives.

The girls were paraded in after a brief introduction in English and Arabic by Pembroke in which their new life was broken down for them. For Gal, the reality had been a little clearer after days of sexual abuse and rape at the hands of Dmitri in Tangiers. For the other three, several hours of private time with Konrad and Jamal had left them in no doubt about the depravity of their current situation.

The four girls were connected by a chain linking the collars around their necks. Each of their mouths was gagged with a bit between their teeth. Their hands were tied behind their backs, with a small chain securing their wrists to their necks, preventing any movement beyond the small of their backs. Though their legs were free, they were completely naked. Their eyes flashed with shock as they were forced to kneel submissively at the back of the hall, opposite a cell that contained twelve other naked female prisoners.

“Welcome to your new accommodation, slaves,” declared Mrs. Al-Haraz, her disfigured face and gleaming black PVC dominatrix outfit amplifying the terror in the room and the purpose for which they were here.

The girls in the cell were prepared, having spent the last few days being drilled for this ‘show.’ Inducting four new slaves simultaneously required a meaningful and memorable introduction.

The star of the show was Fatima, who would soon be packaged and sent to Jack Harris’ ranch. She was the first to be let out of the cell. While the others knelt obediently in a row, backs straight and eyes fixed ahead at the new arrivals, Fatima danced gracefully across the hall, performing elegant and alluring moves though even the new arrivals could see the dead eyes betraying the misery within her.

Pembroke watched, always reveling in the sight of these displays, pinching himself to believe these girls were truly his. Fatima’s body was a masterpiece, her sensual curves perfectly proportioned. Her slim waist tapered elegantly from her full, flowing breasts, down to her toned buttocks that swayed rhythmically as she twerked obscenely. Her movements were mesmerizing, her flesh soft yet taut, with barely any overhang over her strong, supple thighs.

“Well done, Fatima,” pronounced Mrs. Al-Haraz. “Now, Cassie, Holly, Samira, and Miriam, come forward!

The four girls emerged and walked past Fatima towards the new arrivals, each one of the latter disconcerted by these pretty, nubile young women approaching them. Nadia tried to stand up, but Holly roughly pushed her down, keeping her on her knees, and began kneading her breasts while staring into her eyes.

The other three followed suit, their gazes devoid of warmth but disturbingly intense, maintaining unbroken eye contact with their partners as they fondled their breasts. This same-sex interaction, seemingly forced and in full view of everyone, was not violent but even more unsettling than what had happened before. The girls winced behind their gags, desperately trying to look away from the unnerving stares, feeling profoundly uncomfortable and helpless.

“Now, the rest of you girls, come worship the performer for your Master’s pleasure.” The other girls moved in a choreographed fashion, bringing a yoga mat and laying Fatima down on her back.

The four girls stopped their intense eye contact and breast massages with the new arrivals. They turned around and lay on their backs, sliding themselves back until their faces were positioned between the arrivals’ legs, staring up at their undercarriages.

The arrivals had not been cleaned properly in days and had barely been able to use their own hands for anything. Therefore, the sights and smells for the four girls were not pleasant, a far cry from the smooth well-maintained pussies they were used to eating. The instructions had been clear, however, they must make the girls cum and they must keep eating for the duration of the ‘performance.’

Each arrival now had to contend with the sight of the beautiful bodies of each of the four girls lying underneath them, stretching out into their impossibly stunning breasts, torsos, and legs, while feeling their tongues and lips kiss lick and suck on their pussies. Every one of the arrivals had been a virgin before being taken, and none had any same-sex experiences. This was their first experience of being eaten by a girl, though any pleasure was tempered by everything else about their situation.

In front of them, Fatima was now on her back, legs akimbo and pushed back, ankles in the air. The mother and daughter pair of Amina and Farah were sucking and licking at her feet, their tongues dancing over her soles and sucking playfully on her toes.

Fatima’s ass was slightly off the ground, and the sisters Natalia and Tatiana were licking on her asshole and pussy, their tongues running over the crack and occasionally sliding over and into their sibling’s mouth.

Afshan and Kasia each took one of Fatima’s breasts, sucking on her nipples and pulling gently with their teeth as if they were suckling for milk.

The four arrivals could not believe what they were seeing. The girls were plainly in captivity yet seemed to be doing things to each other, and the arrivals, which appeared so repulsive and unnatural that it blotted out the memories of their own brutal rapes by the men.

One by one the arrivals climaxed under the skilled tongues of their partners. Poor Miriam had to work the hardest with her tongue working on the underside of Gal. Gal’s sexual assaults had been the longest and most brutal and she was on her period. The blood and other unpleasantness pouring into Miriam’s mouth made her retch but she knew she had to get her to cum and that she could not stop until she was told to.

Amina and Farah switched their tongues to either of Fatima’s holes as they tortured her sexually, bringing her to orgasm countless times. Finally, on a signal from Pembroke, Mrs Parker called a halt to proceedings, leaving Fatima lying prone on the ground, exhausted and weeping from the sensations.

Mrs. Parker stood out in her lurid red dress that clung to her curves, its low cut revealing her buxom figure. The hemline was so high that the tops of her black stockings and suspenders were clearly visible. None of the three girls taken from Tangiers had ever seen an outfit like this in real life before. The sexualized outfits of the women in charge appeared even more provocative than the nudity of the young women.

“Ladies, let this be your introduction to our little stable here. Here, you will stay while you are trained and buyers are found for you. We will make sure you become true obedience objects of desire for the pleasure of the men who will pay good money for you. As you have witnessed, there is no reason why you cannot have some pleasure in this life. So please, follow the rules, always obey, and remember you are simply objects owned by your masters for their pleasure.”

Each of the new arrivals then had their own fully charged collar clipped around their necks. Once collared, they were untied and herded into the cell with the other girls. Pembroke smiled with satisfaction. Sixteen pieces of female flesh were now packed into the cell. It was a reassuring sight for him. Stock was flowing in, while he was starting to make sales.

This would be Fatima’s last night. Pembroke had even delayed the product transfer because he wanted the four new girls to see and hear from the inmate who had been there the longest. Her trauma, the murder of her husband, the punishment and murder of her cousin, the holding of her daughter, the revenge kidnapping of her cousins, and her own torture and training, would all provide invaluable insights to the new arrivals to prepare them for their own life.

Gal, Afua, Nadia, and Yasmina were packed in with the others now. The cacophony of girls chattering and of the four sobbing along as breasts, thighs, and bums rubbed against each other in the sweaty cell was just another layer of confusion for them. Gal had not spoken to anyone who was not violently raping her for nearly a week while the three others had not spoken since boarding in panic the boat which they thought had been their saviour.