Chapter 8 - Inmates learn their place

The Zephyr cut a fine shape as it raced across the Mediterranean, its sleek lines slicing through the waves with ease. Onboard, there were only two crew members: Kwame at the helm, expertly navigating the vessel, and Edward Pembroke, gazing out to sea with a triumphant feeling, like a pirate of old. The wind whipped through his hair as he stood at the bow, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out before him.

The compartment in the yacht had been modified. The bottom of the compartment was clear glass and the two terrified occupants of the tiny space could see into the dark sea for the entirety of their journey. It could slide open at any moment at a press of a button in the cabin, and the large stone attached by chains to the ankles of the two girls left them in no doubt that if were to open, they would plummet straight to the bottom of the sea.

For Pembroke, it was a precaution. If a coastguard or nosy authority crossed their path he had only to press the button and his precious but incriminating cargo would soon be deep in the depths leaving him in the clear. He hoped it would not be necessary, he was looking forward to getting the two girls into more comfortable surroundings in the compound.

Kwame had been frustrated. Unlike his rape-fest with Mrs Parker he was not allowed to stick his cock into either Camille LeClerc or Charlotte Spencer, having to content himself with running his hands and tongue over their shaking, nervous bodies when he took them out for air, and masturbating on their skin.

The girls spent most of their time gagged, other than to eat. Questions had been met with slaps to the face from Kwame, Pembroke simply ignored them. Each time he looked down into the compartment or ran his own hands over the beauties on the deck, he saw the confusion, panic and fear in their blue eyes. Charlotte could not believe that Clemence Carnot had kidnapped her, the man at the London tennis lunch, flirting with her mother, bumping into her in Paris, was not pawing at her lecherously and speaking with a pompous English accent. Camille was stunned that the man she had thought of as a gay friendly creative was a firmly heterosexual predator who had taken her away from everything she knew. As the girls started out at the vastness of the sea on their ventures, flinching from the rough hands enjoying their bodies, they could only guess with horror what the next stage would be. They joined foreheads in the tiny compartment, staring into each others’ eyes, their gags and strict bondage preventing them from speaking or touching hands despite being so tightly packed together.

Mrs Parker had started to give in to her inner cravings. She had been watching Fatima, feeling kinship with a woman separated from her children, but surveying her flesh with pleasure. The Al-Tayab girls had not worn clothes for weeks now and barely tried to hide themselves.

“Master Pembroke commands we make love. We must do it, better for us both!” Mrs Parker did not want to force herself on the girls, she just wanted them to understand the reality. Fatima and Zara tolerated her presence but refused any sexual advances unless forced.

With Mrs Al-Haraz, they were afforded no niceties. Both girls were forced to lick her pussy on threat of being beaten. Fatima forced herself to do it to stop Zara being beaten, but Zara just could not take it. She had slapped Mrs Al-Haraz, and kicked Mrs Parker, suffering a severe beating as a result. Jamal had raped her hard and tied her up for Mrs Al-Haraz to administer more punishment. Jamal and Mrs Al-Haraz developed a strange asexual relationship, neither being interested in the other, but taking pleasure in seeing the other enact their fantasies on both the Libyan girls and on Mrs Parker.

Mrs Parker was very skilled with her tongue, and was able to make Jamal, Mrs Al-Haraz and the two Libyans cum all within hours of each other. She kept thinking back to her online fantasies. This had been what she had dreamt of and now this was reality, having left behind a destroyed family life. She had no choice but to enjoy it.

Zara had been a virgin and had never seen another naked woman or man until being kidnapping. The constant sex and the humiliating forced sex between her and her cousin was driving her crazy making it impossible for her to have any serious conversation with Fatima.

“Zara, darling, this is hell. I know, my husband is dead, my daughter is God knows where, our uncle, all those men, dead, and these animals are torturing us. But this is just to survive. When we get out of here, we will forget it. I promise.”

But Zara knew she would never forget. She was not meant to do this. Her cousin’s vagina, and asshole, in her mouth. Licking the feet of the odious Yemeni woman. The blonde Englishwoman, kissing her, forcing her tongue inside her. The deformed Syrian giant, forcing his cock inside her, where only her future husband should be. This was hell, her life would never be what she wanted. Maybe it would get worse. She was not born to be a slave, and her physical attacks on her overseers were not dimmed by the threats on her family.

Eventually, things came to a head when she bit on Jamal’s cock during oral sex. The enraged Syrian punched her in the face, breaking her nose. He would have killed her, but knew that nothing should be done until Master Pembroke returned.

“Zara! Are you OK, Oh my God, what did that monster do to you?”

“He broke my fucking nose. Fatima, I no longer want to live. I just want to kill that bastard, that Pembroke. When he gets back, I will think of something, don’t care if they torture me afterwards.”

“For God’s sake Zara, be careful!”

“They are going to sell us, as whores! We might be separated! I would rather kill him and end this operation before other girls are hurt.”

Fatima admired her cousin’s courage but wanted to remind her she did not have a daughter at the monster’s mercy. She went to hug her cousin, and their breasts mashed together. Zara returned the hug tentatively. She smelled her cousin’s skin, and the memory of sucking and licking her skin all over on command came over her, and she pushed Fatima away.

“Zara, don’t be like that, I don’t want to do it either, but we have to...”

“You cum every time I lick you. You like it.”

Fatima blushed and the two huddled in opposite sides of the cell. She could not help it, her body betrayed her. But she did not want to be here. Like Zara, she wanted that animal dead, her family safe and these freaks to be sent to prison before she became like them. The haunted looking blonde Englishwoman seemed to her what she might be like in 20 years if she surrendered to this sexual degradation, but what choice did she have?

To much fanfare, Edward Pembroke arrived in the combine with his red and blonde headed captives. He, Kwame and Jamal had a celebratory whiskey in front of the naked and bound girls as they prepared to bring them into the interior hangar, out of which none of the females would be allowed until or unless they were sold on, or their bodies be disposed of.

“My, my, Charlotte, you must have been thinking you were going to have a romantic liaison in Paris. You shaved your pussy!”

Charlotte blushed, though by now she had spent days naked, having had her toilet activities monitored and cleaned by Kwame. Pembroke ran his finger over the weeks old stubble as the helpless girls stood, her ankles bound, her wrists tied behind her back, and her mouth still gagged. “Still quite sparse. I suppose it makes you aerodynamic for the tennis. Sorry again for your defeat, I suppose though you thought you might meet some men in Paris instead of getting to the final, maybe your horniness was your undoing in the semi final!”

Charlotte just wanted the rape to happen now, to get it over with. Fingers and hands had invaded very square inch of her body. This had been her worst nightmare, but she was still shocked when she realised how pre-planned it must have been. The sleazy cruel eyes of ‘Edward Pembroke’ were those of the lawyer she had foolishly imagined as being part of the top crust of society. Now, she was entirely at the mercy of this mysterious pervert.

Camille cursed herself for not taking more precautions for her shoot with Karim. The black man, Kwame, why had she just wandered straight to him, and what had happened? She only remembered being helped over the rocks, and then waking up bound in the back of a van in darkness. Like Charlotte, she had been pawed at and humiliated, having her orifices cleaned and wiped by the man who had kidnapped her. She was shocked that the nice open man she thought she could help had been preying on her the whole time! She wondered about the blonde girl, when could she speak with her, alone? What did they want? Surely they did not just want to rape her?

“Mr Pembroke, can we fuck these girls, ever?” asked Jamal.

“Not for now, Jamal, sorry. I include myself in that!” He spoke in Arabic, and the girls did not understand. “These are girls picked out by a customer. I think the blonde may be a virgin. No offence, Jamal but your cock is huge, it will change their holes, change their value to the customer!” Pembroke giggled and put his finger between Charlotte’s legs, causing the blond to squirm. “I will take a view, perhaps, their assholes may be suitable for your cocks, those holes heal more easily, and can be just as tight and nice! And their mouths, once they have been told what is expected of them.”

“Thanks Mr Pembroke, you are the best!” winked Jamal.

“Now, I think these two girls should be introduced to Zara and Fatima and we can have all four prisoners together. It is starting to be a real prison in here now!”

Charlotte and Camille were led into the cell with the two shocked Libyan girls, and they were released from their gags and binds and all four girls were left naked, together.

Pembroke called in Mrs Parker to his little office. “Ah, Rebecca, or Mrs Parker, I need to call you! How have you been, during my absence.?”

Mrs Parker swallowed, intimidated by this animal who had kidnapped, trafficked, blackmailed, tortured, raped and imprisoned her. “Good, Master Pembroke. I did what you asked, and the girls have settled in well.”

“Well, Zara has been disobedient, Jamal has informed me. That broken nose will affect her sale value. I am not pleased with her. But, let us check your punishment of them. Can you remember the time and location you punished them? I can check right now.”