Chapter 50: New Homes

The Emir had been very specific. He had wanted his new property delivered without any "preparation" as he called it. "I know you have a very good Centre, Larry my friend, but I was always told a Kushtian teaches their own, so I'll do it that way if you don't mind." Well, of course we didn't mind. It was a whole lot less effort for us that way, all we had to do was to pack and ship. Harry and I took the van up to the Emir's new home. We were keen to see whether he wanted to take delivery of Sarah as well. We'd got the first six of his fourteen items all wrapped up cosy in the back and we planned to be back in the Prep Centre that afternoon.

It wasn't to be quite as straightforward as we'd hoped.

The main problem was that when we turned up at the Emir's place he wasn't home. Who was home was his daughter.

One of the Emir's heavies opened the door. Verbal communication didn't seem to be his strong point but we managed to make him understand that there were ten items in the back that needed moving across to the castle keep accommodation. He grunted to indicate that he'd do something about it. One of his pals emerged from a room off the lobby to help. The two of them began to unload the van, wheeling each of the girls off on her own self contained pallet. Lauren, the Emir's 19 year old daughter, swept into view. She was quite small, maybe only five feet two or three tall, but her voice was loud enough to crack a glass.

"Hey, what's this?" she called. "Looks like the curse of the mummy's tomb!" She wasn't far wrong with each of the girls wrapped tightly in the white tape that kept them strapped to their boards. "Dad said you'd be dropping these off. He's not back yet. You'd better come through." She gestured through towards the lounge. "I hope that this lot end up being more use than the one you left him."

I looked at Harry. That wasn't the reaction we'd expected. She wasn't really trained as a domestic slave but we'd thought that Sarah would have been all right here. We followed the Emir's daughter into the lounge. She flopped down on one of the enormous couches.

Sarah was standing at the far end of the lounge. The pillory had been brought up from the dungeon and Sarah was locked helplessly in it. "I need to keep an eye on this one," Lauren said. Poor Sarah was bent forward with her head sticking through the central hole of the pillory, her wrists trapped in the holes to either side. In her left hand she held a heavy leather paddle, in her right a many tailed flogger, in her mouth a riding crop. "That's the only way she's gonna learn, stupid bitch," Lauren said with a determined look. I walked across to her, she was dressed in a bikini but instead of her pants she had been locked into a chastity belt. One metal band bit tightly into her waist, another stretched down from the middle of her back between her buttocks over covering her sex with a pierced metal plate and then running up to be padlocked to the waist band at the front. It was clearly uncomfortable, red sores could be seen on the inside of Sarah's thighs where the belt had rubbed.

Her backside was criss-crossed with wheals from a vicious beating. She turned her head towards me with a pleading look in her eyes but kept silent, unable to speak, fearful of dropping the crop from between her lips.

"Do you know how I found her when I got here?" Lauren said, "sprawled by the pool with one of these stoopid guards waiting on her. Sure she had shackles on her but the guard looked like he'd been having a really good blow job, and she was lounging around like she owned the place. Jeez! Tried to kid me that the guards had been taking advantage of her. She had a day in the scold's bridle for that. It's obvious what the little slut was up to. She's been finding out what slaves are for since I turned up, haven't you my dear?" Sarah nodded slowly. "The chastity belt is to make sure she behaves. The crops and floggers are to remind her what happens when she doesn't.

Harry was looking for an opportunity to get Sarah out of her predicament. "She should sort out the new slaves," he said. "Make sure they're settled into their cells properly."

To my surprise Lauren looked thoughtful. "Yeah, sure," she said. "Dad will want them all ready to go when he gets back. Here's the key, you can let her out." She tossed him a bunch of keys. Harry caught them and unlocked Sarah from the pillory. "Go on, slut," Lauren smiled, waving Sarah off. "You heard the man. Make sure they're sorted out and tell them what to expect round here." Sarah put down the flogger, crop and paddle and shuffled off, her movements restricted by a short length of chain between her ankles. Lauren watched her go. "Do you guys want a beer?" she said.

"Shouldn't we check she's doing as she's told, after what you said?"

"Nah, I'll show you. Dad's got all this sorted." She picked up the remote control for the TV. As the set came into life she punched a button on the remote. The channel changed on the TV to show one of the cells. "Neat — huh?" Lauren said.

One of our captives had been laid on their back on each of the bunks in the cell. They were still swathed in tape and the wheels attached to the frame that they were bound to could be seen clearly at their feet. We heard a click as the cell door opened and heard one of the guards say. "Sing out when you've done. I'll let you out then." The still shackled Sarah came into view. The door gave a clang as it was slammed behind her.

"Oh my," we heard Sarah say as she saw the helpless forms laid out on the bunks of the cell. "You poor things, let me help you out of that tape." We watched as the tape cocoons that held the girls squirmed in response to a friendly voice.

Sarah started to free the girl in the bunk nearest too her. As the tape came clear of the girl's head we could see that it was Greetje. With the swathes of tape removed from her head. The terrified look in the girl's eyes could be clearly seen. She tried to wriggle but with her arms taped to her sides and her legs trapped one against the other she could do little more than twitch. Sarah eased away the tape that covered Greetje's mouth and prised free the wad of cloth that had been gagging her.

"Oh, dank u," the girl coughed, "thank you."

"Hush," said Sarah, "wait. I must free you and your friends." She went to work on the tape that held the girls limbs. Soon it was lying in a heap on the floor of the cell and Greetje had managed to ease herself up into a sitting position pushing the board that she had been strapped to onto the floor. She looked around her, taking in the solid stone walls, the barred window and the massive door.

Sarah was working to free the second girl. Greetje got uncertainly to her feet, steadying herself on the side of the bunk. "Where are we? What has happened to us?"

Femke was next to be freed from the tape. She sat up shakily and turned to hug Greetje. Sarah went to work on the other two girls. Talking over her shoulder to Greetje and Femke, she said, "You've been kidnapped by slavers," she said "and you are in the home of your new owner. You'll have to do exactly as you are told. These people are very cruel. Don't try to resist them." We could see from the monitor that both girls were clearly terrified.

"But why would we be kidnapped? No-one would pay a ransom for us; we have no rich family; we have no money."

"No, that's not the point. It's not for money. You have been brought here for yourselves. It's not for money. You have been brought here for your bodies. You belong here. Just like this furniture. You belong to the man that owns this bed. His bed. His table. His room. His women. You will do whatever he tells you."

Greetje and Femke held each other in fear. "It cannot be true."

Sarah pointed to the anklets and shackles that lay on the chair beside the bed. "You must put those on," she said. "We all have to wear a collar or an anklet and chains."