Chapter 7

I take charge of the slaves’ afternoon training so that Zoe has time to work on the girls’ dresses. Esme and Isa are left in charge of the eight youngest girls, while Amina joins Beyza, Nazli and Seda in the training room. Meanwhile Hanna and Damla go to a local market to buy some more food.

In an ideal situation I wouldn’t begin Amina’s training by teaching her how to service a man’s cock with her mouth. For a new virgin slave, the task can be a bit daunting. Fortunately the other three girls have practised this before, and their enthusiasm for sucking cock encourages Amina. Her first attempts are typical of a girl who has never handled a man’s cock before. Despite the language difficulties, the three other women start giving her guidance which she soon seems to be able to put into practise. When Amina manages to bring one of the slaves to an orgasm, she practically delights at having her face and hair covered by his cum. The other three girls tease her in a good natured way, and Amina understands their meaning even though their words will be gobbledegook to her.

I instruct them to go and clean themselves up, before concluding the afternoon training with a Balochi language lesson. When we’ve finished I find Zoe waiting for me in the small room I use as an office.

“You need to see this,” says Zoe, placing one of the dresses the girls were wearing yesterday onto the table.

Zoe slowly opens a hem on the dress, to reveal a number of small stones. I look at Zoe in puzzlement. It’s not uncommon for garments used for travel, like these dresses, to have tiny weights in the hem to keep the fabric from riding up in the wind.

“As you can see, the dresses are weighted with tiny stones,” says Zoe. “However, Amina’s dress had these in the hem.”

Zoe places a dozen stones on the table. They are slightly larger than the ones in the dress she’s just shown me. I still don’t follow what Zoe means until I pick up one of the stones. I’m not an expert in identifying stones, but my intuition tells me that these stones are valuable.

“Semi-precious gemstones,” says Zoe. “Jasper, Amethyst, Turquoise. I don’t know their exact worth, but possibly enough to live off for a few months.”

“Hmmm. Keep this discovery to yourself for the moment. I need to establish what Amina knows about all this. She hasn’t behaved as though she knows about these stones, but she’s already proved herself capable of putting on a good performance. Do any of the other dresses have any hidden treasure?”

“No. Only Amina’s dress.”

My opportunity to probe further comes later that evening. The youngest children have exhausted themselves and I had Isa and Damla take the girls to their cell beds. I tell Isa to leave the doors open since Isa and Damla won’t retire until later. They still have work to do in the kitchen helping to prepare food for tomorrow.

I sit down with the Amina, Beyza and Nazli who are relaxing in the common room. I make it a rule to sit and talk with each slave in training at the end of the day. It’s a useful practise which helps me assess each slave’s progress and her readiness for sale. It also enables me to test their skills at holding a conversation in Balochi. Since these three are shackled together, I must see them as a group.