Chapter 13
Jessica had been left for a long time. All through Allison's torment she had
remained bound somewhere below the dining room in that odd stone chamber with
its sloping floor and drain. The hard insistent wood that her sex was resting on
was driving her mad. She had tried to shift her weight against it at one point
to try to help the circulation in her cramped muscles but whoever had made this
contraption had been a sadist of the highest order. The wood although free of
splinters was textured so that it rasped against her delicate petals if she
tried to move against it. This had caused her to squeal into her ball gag and
she was just thankful that no one had been there to hear this sound of weakness.
Despite her pain she had found the calm gave her time to think but she had not
been able to keep the dark thoughts at bay. She had looked around as much as the
steel stocks built into the wall that secured her throat and wrists had let her
and she realised a possible use for the room. She had read somewhere that
Muslims ate Halal meat, a process that involved the animal being bled to death
rather than killed with a bolt to the brain. The plain walls, sloped floor and
drain made this an ideal chamber for such a practise. Had she resisted too
strongly? She had thought they had been taken as slaves, as some sort of
statement against their liberal British attitude and she had acted accordingly.
She had tried to exercise her personality as much as the situation allowed
hoping that despite what happened to her she would still remain her, still be a
British officer. Had she simply annoyed them to the point where she was a
nuisance to be disposed of? Was this torment the last statement of the man who
know owned her and was effectively discarding her?
These were dark thoughts, she knew that as long as she was alive there was hope
and so she tried to look at the situation as objectively as the insistent
pressure on her intimate areas and the ache in her limbs would let her. Why had
they redressed her if they were going to kill her? They had put her shirt and
tie back on and not her bra. If they were going to kill her and dump her body so
that it looked like a simple murder they would have put more of her clothes back
on. And didn't that rough black brute say that she was worth a lot of money,
something that was confirmed more than once, surely they had taken her for
profit and wouldn't risk valuable trade.
By the time she heard the door in the outer chamber open she had reassured
herself that she was just about safe for the time being, depending of course on
your definition of safe. Abdul al Rafiq stood framed in the doorway of Jessica's
chamber beaming an enormous smile. His torment of the other English bitch had
gone well and now he was looking forward to seeing this recalcitrant whore
degraded.
'Don't worry, slut of Shaitan, your little friend is quite safe. She served us a
most pleasing meal and showed her very great appetite for my wife and I.' He
stroked Jessica's cheek, ensuring that her long blonde hair was clear off her
face. 'But you I feel can offer other forms of relief.' Jessica quaked at the
leering smile and wondered just what the hell he had done to Allison. Then Abdul
drew his flaccid penis from beneath his robes.
Jessica stared at it in terror. It wasn't the first penis that she had been
shown that day after Josh had rubbed his over her face whilst that beastly Irish
doctor had been pawing at her but she still wasn't used to the sight. She had
only ever seen two men exposed previously and both those were accidental and
embarrassing to both parties. What was he going to do?
She was effectively closed off because of the bondage that the slave trader was
making no effort to release. The edge of the wooden board rammed between her
thighs protected her virgin sex and even her tightly puckered bottom that the
black man had threatened to violate. She even knew that some men could take
pleasure from a woman's mouth but hers was firmly blocked by the rubber ball
jammed between her teeth and strapped into position about her head. The rubber
ball that meant from time to time she had had to make that revolting slurping
noise as she sucked the saliva back off it so that it didn't drip down onto her
large firm breasts.
Was he going to masturbate in front of her. She had overheard conversations in
the street or on omnibuses where women had allowed men to do this, even help
them to do it so as to avoid full sex. Despite her relative innocence, Jessica
knew about perverts.
Abdul pointed his cock at her, she noted with interest that it was smaller and
less thick than Josh's, quite attractive if it hadn't been attached to such a
horrid man. But what was he going to do to her. The slave trader looked her in
the eyes as he seemed to be concentrating on something. Jessica was disgusted as
he broke wind noisily and tried to communicate her contempt with her eyes,
angling her head up as much as possible. The effect of her look was lost
completely.
Abdul al Rafiq released a steady flow of urine that hit Jessica square on the
forehead and sprayed outward as the bulk of it ran down over her firmly closed
eyes, nose, tight shut mouth and dripped heavily from her chin to soak her
breasts. Jessica fought back against her gagging reflex, knowing that if she
vomited she would choke on it as it would be trapped behind the rubber ball. All
she could do was close her eyes as tight as she could and try not to breathe,
even as the pungent stench seemed to scorch her nostrils. Some of the flow even
managed to make it past the edges of her lips and into her mouth such that she
could just about taste it. Now the effort not to spew was making her dizzy. She
had a man's piss in her mouth!
The stream lasted for what seemed an eternity. It was flowing all the way down
her body now. The liquid being at body temperature was felt by touch more than
heat. It was a feeling that tickled even as it disgusted. It soaked the bar that
her sex rested on, clammy and disgusting as the sensitive skin between her legs
was soaked and became doubly uncomfortable. It ran down her body to run down the
gradient of the stone floor to the drain and still it came. Her hair was soaked
around her face so that it matted and stuck, its natural blondeness darkened
slightly. It had soaked her tie so that it clung wet and uncomfortable between
her breasts, it had soaked the collar of her uniform blouse so that the extra
weight constricted around her throat.
He had thoroughly drenched the arrogant English bitch in urine. As the flow
stopped Jessica curiously opened her eyes only to realise to late as they began
to sting with the effect of the urine. Fortunately it was at the moment that she
started to cry in earnest for the first time. She almost wished that he had
raped her, or had let that vicious African brute bugger her than this. She was a
British officer, her father had a country estate and a fashionable London
address, she was welcome at the smartest clubs and parties in the capital and
yet this man, nothing but a cheap Arab whoremonger was using her as a toilet.
As she hung her head and wept she barely noticed him dry the last drips from his
penis on the dry tail of her uniform blouse. She couldn't think of anyway that
she could feel more violated. Abdul al Rafiq put himself away and spat at the
English girl, the wad of spittle landing on her cheek and slowly rolling down
her face, tracing the wet slightly yellowed route of the urine.
'Don't forget you are my bitch now. I own you and can do with you whatever I
want. You can try and keep your mind but your body is mine and you don't even
have a name, except slut.'
Jessica continued to weep but she didn't have to wait long for her next
customer. The Lord of the fortress didn't have to issue an order as everyman
wanted to see this tall proud beauty on the receiving end of some poetic
justice.
