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Enslaved and Debased
by Lia Anderssen

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Chapter 1

Patty Cousins stirred and half opened an eye. The blaze of the afternoon sun blinded her momentarily and she closed it again. Wearily she rolled over onto her back and sighed softly as the warmth of the sun enveloped her lovely, bronzed body.

Something had woken her. Some small change had lifted her from her sleep. It had been a booming sound, almost like an explosion. Perhaps she had dreamed it

She raised her head and glanced about her. She was lying on the deck of the big luxury yacht, just in front of the bridge. It was her favorite spot. The one she always chose to sunbathe, not just because of the cool breeze, but because she knew her stepfather could see her there, and would be staring at her lovely young form.

At eighteen , Patty knew she looked very good indeed. In fact, anyone encountering her might well believe she was a model. Certainly her body was spectacularly mature.

She looked especially good in the swimsuit she was wearing, her firm breasts jutting forward, covered only by the small triangles of white cloth that constituted her bikini top, so that her deep cleavage was temptingly displayed. Her briefs were no less revealing, dipping down from the curve of her hips, barely covering the soft, dark fleece that covered her swelling mons, her long, slim legs stretched out before her. She loved to walk about the ship clad like this, partly because she knew she looked good, but mainly to upset her stepfather, Sir Jermyn Lazenby, who would spend ages surreptitiously eyeing her body.

She gave a little sniff of contempt. That dirty bastard. She hated him with a vengeance for marrying her mother. She had been against it from the start. She knew he had only wed her to take control of her late father’s company. As if he needed to increase the size of his empire! Already he was a seriously rich man, as the long, sleek lines of his yacht attested.

Donning a pair of dark glasses she stared into the windows of the bridge. Sure enough her stepfather was there, wooden-faced. For once, though, his eyes weren’t fixed on her lithe young body, he was gazing out to the starboard side of the yacht.

Patty rose to her feet, stretching her beautiful form, brushing her auburn hair back from her lovely face. One of the crew members, a swarthy looking Latino, was standing nearby, and she reached out an arm, allowing him to help her down the step onto the lower part of the deck. As she did so, she threw a brief glance in her stepfather’s direction. She never allowed Sir Jermyn to place so much as a finger on her soft flesh, and she knew that the sight of her clutching the crewman’s hand would arouse his anger. She kept hold of it, pulling him closer so that her breasts brushed against the front of his shirt.
“What was that noise I heard just now?” she asked.
“Bad guys. Better get below,” he muttered.
"What"?
"Ask the skipper," he rejoined, then turned and ran toward the stern of the yacht.
“Hmf!”
Patty stared after the man. Like the rest of the crew, she found him ugly and ignorant. Her brief contact with him had been simply to arouse the jealousy of the man on the bridge. She had no time for his sort. Then she glanced out into the ocean and her heart almost stopped.
Less than thirty yards off their beam, and approaching rapidly, was another vessel. It was an old, rust-streaked tub, but it was moving with some speed. What caught her eye, though, was the cannon mounted at the bow. Even as she watched there was a puff of smoke and a loud explosion, and she heard a shell pass over the boat. So that was what she had heard!
She watched the other vessel draw closer, and at that moment a line of scruffily-clad men appeared on the deck. They were all carrying rifles.
“Heave to, or I’ll sink you!”
The voice came from a man standing by the wheelhouse of the approaching vessel, his voice amplified through a loud hailer. Suddenly alarmed, Patty glanced up at the bridge of the yacht. Her stepfather looked remarkably calm, she thought. As she watched, he spoke into a microphone, and suddenly the sound of the engines died.
The skipper of the pirate vessel nodded, and picked up his loudhailer again.
“Good. Assemble your crew at the stern of the boat. Any false moves and I’ll shoot.”
Patty began to move toward the door that led down to her cabin. Then he spoke again.
“You, the bitch in the bikini, stay where you are, or I’ll shoot.”
She looked at her stepfather, who glared at her, then nodded. She glanced again at the approaching vessel, and decided that her best stratagem was to obey.
Within two minutes the yacht’s small crew was huddled on the deck at the back of the vessel, staring at the rifles that were leveled in their direction. As soon as they were in place, the pirate vessel veered closer.
As the other boat pulled alongside the sleek, white yacht, Patty was able, for the first time, to discern the face of the man standing at the door of the wheelhouse. He was about forty-five years old, she estimated, with the dark skin and swarthy look of someone from the Middle East. He wore tattered jeans and a singlet, a peaked cap perched rakishly on his head. His dark-skinned arms were decorated with tattoos. At his waist, a pistol handle protruding from a leather holster.
One of the gun-toting men vaulted the guard rail, carrying a rope across and securing the two vessels together. He was a thin, angular man with a hooked nose, and his looks rather frightened the girl. Old car tires hung from the side of the vessel, and these made a scrunching sound as the two vessels rubbed together.
The tattooed man stepped aboard the yacht, with two other scruffily-dressed crewmen following him. They too were armed, and Patty felt a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach as they approached her along the deck. She shrank back to allow them to pass, but the older man paused a few feet from her, his eyes traveling down the beautiful curves of her barely clad young body. Patty shivered, wishing she had put on a wrap. To be eyed up and down by her stepfather was one thing, but the lust in this unpleasant stranger’s eyes was something else, and she found herself hugging her arms about her barely covered breasts.
The man made a comment she couldn’t understand to his crew members, and the two sniggered, their own gazes fixed on Patty’s bare flesh. Then they continued, the smell of their sweat assailing the girl’s nostrils as they passed her.
As they reached the door to the bridge, Patty’s stepfather came out.
“What are you doing boarding my ship?” he demanded. “What the hell do you want?.”
The man gestured to his two armed companions, who leveled their guns at Sir Jermyn
“My name is Abul. Just step back into the wheelhouse.” Then he turned his gaze back to the bikini-clad young beauty, “Bring her in too.”
Sir Jermyn beckoned to his stepdaughter.
“Patty, my dear,” he said. “You’d better come in here.”
“No thank you,” she replied frostily. “You mix with whoever you like.”
The man called Abul’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to one of his sailors, who had just finished securing the lines between the two boats.
“Bring her in here,” he barked.
Patty turned to see the crewman approaching her.
“What the hell…”
“Better do what the skipper says,” said the man, quietly.
Patty stood, her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
“I’ll go where I want. Get out of my way.”
“The skipper wants you on the bridge.”
“The skipper can go screw himself.”
The man threw a glance toward Abul, who gave a slight nod.
The blow was completely unexpected. The man simply pulled back his arm and punched her hard in her bare midriff, knocking the breath from her body. Patty gasped for breath as her body was doubled over by the blow, her legs buckling as she fought for breath. Then the man grabbed her and slung her petite form over his shoulder, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her limp figure up to the bridge of the yacht.
He dumped the girl unceremoniously onto the deck of the bridge at the feet of her stepfather, then went out, closing the door behind him.
At first Patty could do no more than gasp for air, as she waited for the dreadful pain in her stomach to subside. She couldn’t believe her stepfather had allowed this to be done to her and, as she slowly regained her strength, the anger inside her welled to the surface.
“You bastard,” she gasped, pulling herself up onto her knees, then grasping the chart table and dragging herself upright.
“Shut your bloody mouth, you little slut,” spat back Abul.
She turned to her stepfather, but his face was expressionless. Then she realized, with a shock, that the guards had lowered their guns.
“Wh-what’s going on?” she asked.
“You heard what Abul said,” replied her stepfather. “Shut your mouth.!”
Patty stared at him. He had never spoken to her like that before. What on earth had happened to bring about this change?
“Don’t talk to me like that! When my mother hears about this…”
Slap! Her father’s hand cracked against her face, almost dropping her to her knees once more.
“I told you to be quiet, and I meant it. Hey, you,” he called to one of the guards. “Hit the bitch again.”
“Aye-aye, sir.”
Patty opened her mouth, but all that came out was an oofing sound as once again a fist buried itself in her solar plexus and she collapsed for a second time, curling up into a fetal ball and groaning with pain.
She lay where she was for two or three minutes, vaguely aware that a conversation was going on above her. Then she felt Sir Jermyn’s foot jab her in the back.
“Get up, girl.”
“I can’t.”
“You, pull her to her feet whilst I punch her again.”
“No! No more. I’m getting up.”
This time it was even harder for the beautiful youngster to pull herself to her feet, but at last she managed it, still bent forward. her hair hanging down as she clutched her abdomen. She was vaguely aware that her bikini had slipped, partially baring her right nipple, but for the moment her mind was filled by the terrible pain.
“Stand up straight, girl,” barked her stepfather. “Let Captain Abul get a good look at you.”
Patty threw him a glare, but when her stepfather turned to the pirate who had hit her, she quickly straightened up as best she could, pulling the small triangle of her bikini cup across so that her modesty was restored.
“Who the hell is he?” she asked.
“Show some respect,” barked her stepfather. “No talking unless you’re spoken to. Take her arms.”
All at once Patty felt her elbows grabbed from behind, her shoulders forced back so she was obliged to face the pirate captain.
Now that she saw the man close up, she found herself liking the sight of him even less. His narrow, piggy eyes roamed up and down her lovely curves, and she wished fervently that she was wearing more than the skimpy bikini.
“You fancy her?” asked Sir Jermyn.
“Mmm. Very Nice,” said Abul, his eyes gleaming. “Nice tits. She a virgin?”
“I don’t suppose so. Not this little cock teaser.”
“A pity, but never mind.”
Patty stared at the two men, scarcely able to believe her ears. Why was she being spoken of in this way? And how could they believe they could get away with treating her like this?
“Listen,” she said. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Her stepfather frowned. “Still can’t stop talking eh? Gag the bitch. Use her bikini top.”
“What?”
But she scarcely had time to utter the word when the crewman’s powerful hand closed over the swell of her breast and, with a single movement, he tore the skimpy top from her, baring her lovely young breasts. They were firm and pale, about the size of ripe oranges, the nipples pert and protruding.
Releasing her arms, the pirate slammed the youngster against the wall, taking her face in his fingers and forcing her mouth open. Patty choked as she felt the bikini top being thrust between her lips, filling her mouth with dry cloth. Moments later the man had picked up a roll of duct tape from the chart table and was wrapping it about her head, preventing her from spitting out the gag.
“Mmmf”
Patty could only mumble incoherently as the powerful sailor tore off the end of the tape, then turned her to face the two skippers once again, pinning her arms back. This time, though, it was much worse for the shapely young girl. This time her breasts were bare, the firm globes jutting forward, the prominent brown nipples pointing outwards, much to the obvious delight of Abul.
“I was right, they are nice tits,” he remarked.
“Go ahead, feel them,” said Sir Jermyn.
“Mmmf” Patty’s eyes were wide when she heard her stepfather’s words. What could he possibly be thinking? Wait until her mother heard about this!
Abul moved in front of the youngster. She tried to struggle, but the fingers of the pirate behind her dug painfully into her arms, locking them behind her, her protests all but inaudible.
Patty felt the blood flow to her cheeks as the sweating sea captain closed his hard, callused hands over her soft breasts, kneading them forcefully, the roughness of his fingers making her nipples come erect, much to his obvious amusement.
“She seems to be enjoying it,” he said.
Ser Jermyn grunted. “She probably is, the little slattern. Come on, Abul we’ve got business to discuss.
Whilst she was being felt up by the pirate, her stepfather had opened the safe in the corner of the cabin. Now he lifted out some large bags, each of which contained a white powder. He placed one on the chart table, and Abul produced a small knife. He split one of the bags open, moistened a finger, and tasted a minute amount. Then he nodded.
“This is good stuff,” he acknowledged.
“I told you. Put it in your sack, then send your men across with it.”
Abul glanced across at the pirate who was holding the half naked teenager.
“Leave her and come and take this.”
The pirate shoved Patty aside, and she cowered into a corner, wrapping her arms across her breasts to hide them from the men’s view. He and his companion began to load the bags of powder into black plastic sacks that they produced from their pockets. When these were full, and none of the bags remained, they heaved them across their shoulders and headed for the door.
Once the two pirates had left, the men returned their attention to the frightened girl, standing close to her as they eyed her body.
“You’ll dispose of her discreetly?” asked Sir Jermyn.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be painless.”
“I don’t give a fuck how much pain she’s in, just make sure you dispose of the body properly.”
“In a few hours we’ll be in shark-infested waters. There’ll be no problem.”
“Mmmf!” Patty struggled to protest, scarcely believing what she was hearing. No wonder her stepfather had allowed her to be treated this way. He didn’t intend her ever to talk about it.
“Shall I take her across?” asked Abul
“Not yet,” replied Sir Jermyn. “The bitch has teased me once too often with that lovely little body of hers. Help me use the tape to tie her down over the chart table, will you?”
Abul grinned. “It will be my pleasure.”
Before she had time to react, the hapless youngster found herself being manhandled by the powerful pirate. He shoved her against the chart table, then forced her to bend forward until her firm breasts were pressed against its surface. The plastic table felt cold against her bare flesh, and once again she sensed her nipples puckering as they came into contact with the unyielding surface.
Whilst Abul held her, Sir Jermyn grabbed her wrists, stretching her over the table. Then, using the duct tape, he bound her arms to the two corners, leaving her semi-nude body face down over the table. Patty struggled to release herself, but the men had done a good job, and she could only lie there, her sole relief being that the men could no longer stare at her breasts.
Sir Jermyn grabbed her by the hair, pulling her face around to stare into his. “Now, you prick-teasing little bitch,” he said. “It’s time you found out what a real man can do.”
Abul laughed. “I guess she doesn’t have a choice now, does she?”
“None at all. Right, my little slut of a stepdaughter, let’s get a look at that tight little cunt of yours.”
Before she had time to make sense of his words, Patty suddenly felt his hands grab her bikini bottoms. Moments later he was pulling them down her smooth thighs, baring her sex and backside to the leering Abul. She tried to kick at him, but he was too fast for her, dragging the tiny garment off her and tossing it aside, leaving her totally naked under the gaze of the two leering men.
She felt her stepfather’s hand grab at her buttocks, squeezing the soft flesh, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her anus. She tried to protest at this gross violation, but all that came out was a muffled mumbling.
“Now, little girl,” hissed Sir Jermyn. “You’re going to do what real whores do. You’re going to get fucked.”
Patty pulled frantically at her bonds. Despite what her stepfather believed, she was truly a virgin. She had always used her gorgeous body to tempt men, but had never allowed herself to be touched. Now, it seemed, she was to lose her precious virginity to a man she loathed above all others.
She heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. Then she began to kick, determined to protect her honor as best she could.
Swish! Whack!
Sir Jermyn had pulled a section of carbon fiber fishing rod from a rack. It was about three feet long and no thicker than a pencil. Now he brought it down across the meat of her buttocks with terrible force, making her whole body jump with the pain of the blow.
“Keep still, bitch, or you’ll get another one.”
She turned to see that his fly was open. His cock was protruding through the gap, thick and hard, the tip bobbing up and down. She aimed a kick at his groin but he jumped aside.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
He rained three more blows down on her bare buttocks. The pain was excruciating, making the tears run down Patty’s face as she lay, naked and helpless before her tormentors. This time, when he approached her there was no resistance as she lay, her body racked with sobs, the angry red stripes criss-crossing her pretty behind.
“Spread your fucking legs,” ordered Sir Jermyn. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Chapter 2

Sir Jermyn stared down with satisfaction at his young stepdaughter. He had always found the little bitch sexy, and had often fantasized about what he would do with her curvaceous young body if he ever had the chance. Now her situation was perfect for him, totally nude, her arms trapped, her delectable backside thrust back at him over his chart table.
He examined her buttocks. The red weals he had laid across them were particularly gratifying. For as long as he could remember he had wanted to mark that smooth, pale flesh, to show his ownership of it. And now it was truly his. Her arrogance was gone, and she was a whimpering little girl again, completely in his power.
He grasped hold of her buttocks, pulling them apart and bringing a muffled cry of pain from the girl as he did so. The tight star of her anus was presented to him, and he traced its shape with his finger, enjoying the way she writhed with discomfort as he did so. He was almost tempted to take her in the asshole, to ream her pretty rectum with his rampant cock and listen to her screams as he did so. But fucking her would be even more satisfying, he mused. Showing her that he, after all, was boss.
He moved his fingers down and sought out the slit of her cunt. She was dry down there, as he had expected, but that didn’t bother him. Let her feel he pain.
“Are you ready to be fucked, my dear?” he asked. “Are you going to enjoy feeling a man’s cock in your cunt?”
Whack!
He slapped her already bright-red backside with the flat of his hand, bringing another muffled scream from the naked, helpless teenager.
“Tell me you want me. Show Abul what a slut you are. Nod your head and ask to be fucked.”
His stepdaughter shook her head, making a muffled, angry sound.
“I’m not going to do it unless you ask me. Nod your head.”
Again no response.
“Abul, pass me the rod.”
This time the cry was different, as Patty stared back wide-eyed at the thin, black rod. She began to nod her head, but it was already too late.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The feel of the thin rod biting deeply into his stepdaughters naked flesh was infinitely satisfying for Sir Jermyn, as was the sound of the shrieks of pain that accompanied them. He raised his arm again, bringing down the rod with all the force he could muster.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
He paused, watching with approval as the white stripe he had laid across her pert buttocks immediately began to darken to an angry red. She was almost out of control now, wrenching at her bonds, her young body jumping with pain, her face distorted with agony.
He lowered the cane.
“Right. Let’s try it one more time. Ask me to fuck you.”
For a moment there was silence, broken only by occasional sobs from the girl. Then she nodded her head almost imperceptibly and made a small sound.
“Were you asking to be fucked?” he asked. “Well?”
She nodded her head again.
“You want the pleasure of my cock in your cunt?”
Again the nod.
He lifted the cane again. “You really want to be fucked?
This time there was no mistaking the vigorous nodding of the youngster’s head.
“Good. I thought you would.”
Sir Jermyn looked down at his once-proud young ward, now cowed and weeping before him, her delightful young body his for the taking. This was how it should be, he mused. The little bitch in total surrender to his whims.
His cock was stiff now, and he ran his hand up his shaft. He spat on his fingers and rubbed a sheen of saliva over Patty’s cunt lips, smiling as he heard her moan with embarrassment, Then he grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart as he probed forward with his rampant tool.
She gave a whimpering sound as he began to assault her, taking his shaft in his fist and twisting it slightly as he pressed forward. He felt the muscles of her vagina tighten as she tried to keep him out, but that just made him smile all the more. Didn’t the little fool realize that tightening her cunt muscles would simply heighten the sensation for him?
He gave a sudden thrust and penetrated his eighteen year old stepdaughter. As he did so he felt something give and saw a trickle of blood escape from her slit. Christ! So she had been a virgin! He grinned again as he thought of taking that precious thing from her, then pressed forward even harder, grunting with pleasure as he felt the heat of her tight love-tunnel envelop his cock.
He forced his prick inside her, pressing hard against her resistance until he was buried all the way in, his stomach rubbing against the softness of her backside. Then he paused, savoring the moment for a second before beginning his violation of the innocent, naked youngster in earnest.
He fucked her with long, even strokes, enjoying her cries of pain and protest as he raped her. Every time he rammed his cock in, he thought of how she had treated him, how she had despised him for marrying her mother’s money, and how she had enjoyed teasing him with her curvaceous young body. Well now he had the upper hand, and she was the debased one, forced to lie naked before a perfect stranger whilst he deflowered her. It was the most satisfying moment of his life, and he slapped her backside hard, enjoying her muffles squeals as he rekindled the awful pain from the thrashing he had given her.
His arousal was increasing now, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he enjoyed the tightness of her young pussy. It had been a long time since he had felt such a young, vibrant body beneath him. He reached under her, his hands closing over the firm softness of her breasts, his fingers rolling her stiff nipples, then pinching them hard so as to elicit more cries from her.
He moved his hands back, taking hold of her hips, enjoying the smoothness of the girl’s flesh, his excitement increasing with every second. He was fucking her hard now, his belly slapping against her backside as he shook her pretty body with every jab of his hips.
Then he was coming, his thick cock jerking as he spurted his seed deep into Patty’s vagina. The sensation was wonderful, heightened still further by the way she tightened the muscles of her sex once more, as if trying, even now, to force him from inside her, but succeeding only in heightening the pleasure her lithe young body was bringing him. Her moans of dismay also helped spur him as she felt her pretty young body defiled by a man more than twice her age
He continued to thrust into her until his seed was spent, then withdrew his already softening cock and tucked it into his trousers. He watched her vagina, the lips twitching, the hole still open, a trickle of his semen escaping from her. She had truly been fucked, he told himself with satisfaction.
He turned to Abul.
“You want her too?”
The dark-skinned man shook his head, grinning.
“No. I gotta be on my way. Let’s get her ready.”
He pulled a sharp, vicious looking knife from his pocket. The blade was more than eight inches long and it gleamed as he wielded it. It sliced through the duct tape in an instant, but the girl didn’t get up, remaining slumped over the bench, sobs still shaking her young form
Slap!
Sir Jermyn brought the flat of his hand down on her backside.
“Stand up, damn you, or I’ll use the rod again.”
Slowly Patty straightened, keeping her tear stained face lowered and using her hands to cover her nudity as best she could. Sir Jermyn eyed her with contempt, then turned to Abul.
“Better make her decent,” he said. “Otherwise there’s no telling what that crew of yours will do.”
He picked up her bikini bottoms from the deck and tossed them to her, watching as she hastily pulled them on.
Hanging by the wheelhouse was a small blouse that she had been wearing when she had come on deck, and her stepfather passed her that as well. It knotted beneath her breasts, pushing them up and enhancing her cleavage, the thin material clearly showing the outline of her large brown nipples. Finally, he kicked across the high-heeled sandals she had been wearing.
“Better bind her hands, Abul.
Patty tried to back away, but all the fight had gone from her, much to Sir Jermyn’s satisfaction. He watched as Abul bound her wrists behind her, and then her elbows, forcing her chest forward and enhancing her breasts even more.
“All set?”
“Certainly. Better make this look good though.”
“Don’t worry.”
Abul grabbed Patty’s arms again and, placing the point of the knife against her neck, marched her toward the door of the bridge.

Chapter 3
When Patty stepped out onto the deck of the yacht, the sunshine was still bright. It was hard to believe that, not more than half an hour earlier, she had been enjoying that sunshine, stretched out without a care in the world. Now here she was, her mouth gagged, her hands and arms tied behind her, a razor-sharp knife held to her throat, the prisoner of one of the most ugly and dangerous men she had ever encountered.
She looked about herself self-consciously. The yacht’s crew members were still standing in the well at the stern of the vessel, with three high velocity rifles trained on them by the swarthy pirates. More of the pirates stood around, their eyes hungrily appraising the shapely young girl as she was paraded before them. She wished that she were more suitably dressed. The bikini bottoms were of a thong design, dividing the cheeks of her backside, so she knew the throbbing stripes were visible to all. Her breasts were barely covered by the inadequate top, which was designed to be worn with the swimsuit top underneath. Without it, the upper halves of her swelling globes were almost completely bare, her nipples threatening to expose themselves at any second.
“What are you going to do with her?”
The tone of her stepfather’s voice had changed utterly, as he dropped into the act of the worried parent, and she watched the feigned anguish on his face as he followed her from the bridge of the yacht.
“I’ve told you captain, she’ll be perfectly safe as long as you and your crew don’t do anything stupid.”
“But where are you taking her?”
“We’ll put her ashore in a couple of days when we reach land. Meanwhile, if you try to follow us or summon help, you’ll never see her again.”
“But how will I know if she’s safe?”
“We’ll drop her somewhere she can get to a phone in a few hours. She’ll call once she’s ashore and we’re a long way away. Meanwhile you’ll keep quiet.”
Patty listened hard to the exchange. She realized that the exchange was all for the benefit of the yacht’s crew. They would believe that the pirates had abducted her against the will of her stepfather, which was precisely what he wanted them to believe. Meanwhile, not only was he trafficking the heroin, he was getting rid of the one person who might stand in the way of his inheriting her father’s firm. She glanced at him, scarcely able to credit his cruelty. Then she was being hustled over the gap between the two vessels and onto the deck of the pirate ship.
As she stepped onto the rough planks, she gave a wistful glance back at the yacht. The contrast between the two vessels was stark, and she didn’t at all like the look of this dirty little tub, any more than she liked the way it’s crew members were watching her.
“Get a move on, bitch,” said Abul in a low voice. “Over there.”
The pirate skipper opened a door and pushed her through. She turned up her pretty little nose as she stepped inside. Here the contrast to the luxury of her stepfather’s yacht was even more marked. This boat smelled of engine oil and old fish, the atmosphere inside the hull close and uncomfortable. He led her along a grease-stained deck, then down two flights of steps and into the bowels of the ship.
They reached the end of a passageway, where he unlocked a door and pushed her through. It was a very small room, with no porthole. The sole furnishing was an old, stained mattress. To one side was a shower and toilet that didn’t look as if they had been cleaned for some time.
Patty barely had time to take this in before the door slammed behind her and she was alone, bound, gagged and barely decent in the tiny cell. She looked about herself, and took in her dingy surroundings. Her backside still throbbed, and she could feel her stepfather’s spunk seeping from her vagina. Her stomach hurt from the blows she had received, and the pain in her backside was still intense. In addition, her jaw ached with the bulk of the gag,. With a sigh, she slumped down onto the mattress.
After about ten minutes, a clattering roar told her that the tub’s engines had been started. The thump, thump, thump of the pistons sounded incredibly loud to her, so that she guessed that her cell was close beside the engine room.
Soon the motor settled to a steady rhythm, and she knew they were on the move. She thought of her comfortable air conditioned cabin on the yacht and realized that it would soon be far away. She was alone now, with a group of ruthless and unpleasant men, and no way of escape. Worse still was the possibility of imminent death hanging over her, though she knew a quick death might well be preferable to what might await her on the pirates’ ship.

For the next hour she was left alone, the only distractions shouts and thumps from above her. Then she felt her pulse quicken as footsteps sounded outside the door to her cell.
When she heard the key turn in the lock, she rose awkwardly to her feet and instinctively shrank to the back of the cell. The door opened, and there stood Abul. He paused, eyeing her up and down.
“I’m going to remove the gag now,” he said. “If you make a noise, I will see to it that you regret doing so. Understand?”
Patty stayed still, too afraid to respond.
He moved forward and withdrew the evil-looking knife again. She shivered at the cold blade against her cheek as he sliced through the tape and tore the gag from her, making her face sting as he ripped it away.
Patty worked her jaw up and down. It ached terribly. Meanwhile, the man picked up a plastic beaker from the floor of the bathroom and filled it with water. He held it to her lips and she sipped it gratefully.
He allowed her to drink about half the water, then tossed the beaker aside. Then he began to undo the knot in her blouse.
“No!”
She shrank back.
“Leave me. please,” she begged. She couldn’t stomach the thought of baring her breasts to this thug again.
“Shut your mouth.”
She drew back further, but there was nowhere to go in the tiny confines of her cell and, with her arms trapped behind her, she couldn’t defend herself. He pulled the knot undone and the small garment fell open. Her breasts jutted forward, firm and round, the nipples prominent. He took one of them into his hand.
“No!” she said again. “Leave me alone. You have no right to touch me like that.”
Slap!
He brought the flat of his hand down hard across her cheek.
“Be quiet, I said,” he snapped. “Remember you’re on my ship, and you’ll do as I say.”
He rubbed her breast again, his strong hand squeezing the smooth flesh. Patty closed her eyes, her face scarlet with shame.
“Please don’t,” she whimpered.
He took her cheek in his hand and turned her face toward his own.
“Look at me!”
Shyly she opened her eyes and gazed into his.
“We can do this two ways,” he went on. “Either you co-operate and you don’t get hurt, or you fight it and I force you to co-operate.”
“I don’t understand. What have I done wrong?”
“Your breasts are beautiful,” he went on. “Has any man ever seen them before?”
She shook her head.
“And what about this?” Without warning he slipped his hand into her bikini bottom and cupped her sex.
“No! Please don’t touch me there.”
Slap!
This time the blow was even harder and she reeled back, her head spinning. He caught her by the arm.
“I warned you, you stupid little bitch. Now stand still!”
Patty stood stiffly, every muscle in her body tense as the man again slipped his hand down the front of her pants, his rough fingers sliding through her short pubic hairs and seeking the cleft between her legs. She bit her lip as he found her clitoris, rubbing it roughly.
“Don’t that turn you on?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Please don’t” she pleaded.
“You ever taste a man’s cock in your mouth?”
She stared at him, shaking her head. The very idea filled her with disgust.
“Time you did then. Turn around.”
For a moment she hesitated. His eyes narrowing, he pulled back his arm again. Flinching back, she waited for the blow to fall. Then, realizing it was just a threat, she did as he asked.
The knife cut through her bonds in a matter of seconds, and her arms were free. She rubbed her aching muscles, moving her shoulders in a circular motion to ease the cramp.
He pulled her round to face him again. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms across her breasts, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled them away.
“Hands by your sides!”
Patty wanted desperately to cover herself. Every fiber in her body told her that to display her bare breasts as she was doing was wrong. But she feared Abul now, and with glowing cheeks she obeyed.
He lifted the knife again, making her shiver as the blade touched her soft young flesh. He hooked it under her blouse at her shoulder, and pushed the garment off her. He did the same on the other side, and the small cloth dropped down her arms and fell to the floor. He smiled at the sight of her naked but for her briefs He used the point of his knife to tease her left nipple. Once again Patty felt her muscles stiffen as the cold, sharp point ran lightly over the hard, brown flesh of her teat. She wanted above all else to push him away, but she dare not.
“Get down on your knees, bitch,” he ordered.
Patty obeyed, casting her eyes down as she knelt in front of him.
“Undo my fly.”
“What?”
“You heard.”
“But I can’t. You can’t make me. I’m only eighteen and… Ugh!”
Patty grunted as Abul kicked her hard in the stomach, knocking her young body down.
He grabbed her by the hair and forced her face up to his.
“I heard that a girl with no teeth gives a better blow job,” he hissed.” You wanna find out if that’s true?”
Patty stared at him with wide eyes. She knew the threat was a real one.
“N-no,” she whimpered.
“Then get upon you knees and undo my pants.”
The trembling teenager dragged herself to her knees again, brushing the dirt from her bare breasts.
“Do it!”
She reached out a trembling hand. His jeans were old and tattered, streaked with dirt. She took hold of the strong zipper and dragged it down, the let her arms drop to her sides once more.
“Take out my cock.”
“I… I can’t. Please…”
Smack!
Once again he slapped her hard across the face, sending her sprawling on the deck.
“You want to try it without teeth, bitch?” he hissed.
Patty slowly shook her head.
“Then fucking do it!”
With deep reluctance the teenager pulled herself back onto her knees. Then, hesitantly, she reached into his jeans.
He wore no underpants, and she experienced a sudden shock as she felt her fingers close about his bare penis. It felt thick, thicker than she had expected, and even as she touched it she could sense it beginning to stiffen.
“Take it out.”
She pulled his cock from his fly. It was indeed thick, the uncircumcised end already swollen, the thick blue vein that ran up it beginning to throb. She could smell him now, and a feeling of nausea began to rise inside her as she stared at his organ.
“Put it in your mouth.”
“No. I can’t. I…”
He raised his hand again.
“Fucking do it, slut.”
She cowered, but he didn’t hit her this time. His hand remained poised to do so, however.
Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her lips and took his cock into her mouth. It tasted salty, and she gagged slightly as her mouth closed about its girth. Even as she did so she felt it swell and stiffen.
“Suck it.”
Patty obeyed, fighting down the nausea as she did so. Abul gave a grunt of satisfaction as his large organ came to full stiffness inside the young girl’s mouth.
“Okay, baby,” he said. “Now squeeze my balls real gentle. C’mon, just take hold of them and play with them.”
The semi-naked girl glanced up at him through lowered eyelashes. She could scarcely believe she was doing this thing. She had heard of oral sex. Indeed, the girls at school would discuss the act, all agreeing that it was a disgusting concept. Now here she was, kneeling bare-breasted before a man more than twice her age, sucking his erect penis. Yet still he wanted more.
She reached tentatively into his fly, her hand shaking as her fingers closed about his ball sac. It felt cool to the touch, and as she squeezed it she could feel his heavy testicles.
“That’s it baby, nice and gentle. Now blow me properly. Move your head. I wanna fuck your face.
Slowly Patty began to move her head back and forth, allowing his stiff cock to slip in and out, whilst still sucking him. Her fingers caressed his scrotum, and she sensed his pleasure as his cock throbbed between her lips. She glanced up at him again. He was staring at her bare breasts which she knew were jigging up and down with every thrust of his cock. She felt her cheeks redden as she thought of how she must look. This was the sort of position a whore would take up, she thought, and the tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of the humiliation.
“Faster now bitch, suck harder. Shit that feels good. C’mon slut, get ready to taste my spunk.”
Patty obeyed. Her jaw was aching now, but she dared not rebel. She knew that he would come soon, and that his spunk would shoot from his cock into her mouth. She tried not to think about it, though, as she felt the bile rise in her.
“Good. Oh, baby that’s good,” he murmured. “I’m gonna come soon, and you’d better swallow the lot or I’ll thrash you. That’s it, suck me harder!”
He was thrusting his hips against Patty’s face now, his hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back and forth. Saliva was dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her soft breasts, yet still he pressed on.
“Oh Yeah!”
As he spoke the words she felt his cock twitch, and suddenly her mouth was being filled with a warm, slimy fluid. Her first reaction was to spit it out, but she was too frightened to. She tried to hold it in her mouth, but it kept on spurting from the end of his cock until her mouth was full and it was escaping her lips and trickling down her chin. Closing her eyes, she swallowed hard, gulping it down even as more and more was pumped in, his violent motions as he thrust against her making her head spin.
At last, the torrent of spunk began to abate. Soon she found herself sucking a final trickle from the bulbous head of his cock. Then he was done, pushing her aside and tucking his member back into his jeans.
“Right,” he said. I think you’ve done all you’re going to do. Time to finish it. Get to your feet.”

Chapter 4
As Patty stepped out onto the deck of the pirates’ vessel, her heart was in her mouth. She had heard the plans that Abul and her stepfather had made for her, and she doubted that the pirate captain would have any scruples in carrying them out. Now, in the gathering dusk of the evening, things looked very bad indeed for the young beauty.
Abul had allowed her to don her small top and shoes before binding her hands behind her once more and leading her up onto the deck, the blade of his knife jabbing into her back as he urged her on. Now, as she stood once more on the deck of the scruffy pirate vessel, she gazed about her. The ship was traveling at a rate that belied its decrepit appearance, leaving a long, foaming wake behind it. There was no sign at all of the yacht from which she had been abducted, which didn’t surprise her. It must be miles away by now.
“Go to the stern,” ordered Abul. “Quick now.”
Patty didn’t want to hurry, but the feel of the cold steel at her back spurred her on, and soon she was standing at the low rail at the back of the boat.
“Get onto the rail.”
She turned to him with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t kill me,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want of me.”
He shook his head. “Just get on the fucking rail or I’ll made it very painful for you.”
Her heart thumping, Patty climbed onto the rail, swinging her legs over so that she was facing the sea. Perhaps it was better this way, she mused. She surely couldn’t have endured much more of the treatment that had been meted out to her since the pirates had struck. Maybe death was preferable to what might have happened to her in the hands of these awful men. She closed her eyes and waited for the blow to come.
“What the fuck?”
The sound of the voice took her by surprise, and she turned to find herself facing another of the pirates. She recognized him as a man who had remained aboard the pirate’s vessel during the encounter with the yacht, giving orders to the men, and she had guessed that he was the ship’s mate.
“What the hell’s going on, Abul?” His English was perfect, with a slight Irish lilt to it. For a second the girl wondered if she had found an ally.
“It’s all right Joseph. I’m just performing the last part of our contract with Sir Jermyn,” replied the pirate skipper. “He wanted the girl dead.”
“That’s fucking stupid,” replied the mate. “She’s worth a lot to us.”
“What do you mean? We can’t hold her to ransom, you know that.”
“Who said anything about ransom? I’m thinking about Sharma.”
“Sharma?”
“Sure. He pays good money for the right stuff, and we know she’d be right up his street.”
“I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Besides, there’s the crew. Loti and Ashtar both got a look at her boobs in the bridge of the yacht, and they’ve talked about nothing else since. You’ll have a mutiny on your hands if they find you’ve got rid of her.”
Abul looked doubtful. Then he launched into a language that Patty didn’t understand. She just sat on the rail and listened as the pair argued. It seemed extraordinary that they were discussing whether she should live or die, and even more so that she herself was uncertain which outcome would be preferable.
At last the discussion ceased, and Abul turned to her.
“Looks like you’re going to be with us a little longer, bitch” he said. “Get down off that fucking rail.”
Patty obeyed. She stood on the deck looking fearfully from one pirate to the other.
“Turn around.”
Abul sliced through the tape that was holding her arms, and once again she was free. Then he turned away. Joseph moved forward and took her arm.
“Come along, baby,” he said. “The crew are having a little celebration after our successful operation today. They’d like you to join them.” His voice sounded almost kindly, and she gazed into his eyes, looking for some sign of compassion. Perhaps he would protect her.
“I… I’d rather just go and lie down, please” she replied.
“Nonsense. Besides you could probably do with a drink and something to eat. Come on.”
He took her arm and smiled at her. There seemed a genuine warmth in his smile, and she was indeed both hungry and thirsty. Meekly, she allowed herself to be led back into the ship.
The crew’s quarters were near the bow of the ship, and she could hear music playing as she came closer. Joseph pushed open a door and motioned for her to enter in front of him. She found herself in a large room, with tables on either side. Seated at the tables were the pirate crew, about ten of them she estimated. They looked up as she entered, and a cheer went up. Patty shrank back into the doorway, but Joseph pushed her forwards.
“This young lady’s gone through quite an ordeal, lads,” he said. “Make some room and get her a drink.”

Chapter 5

Patty took the seat offered to her, between two of the men. A tumbler half-filled with an amber fluid was placed in front of her.
“Drink that, baby. It’ll make you feel better.”
The man proffering the glass was dark-skinned, with small eyes and thin lips. He had a spider’s web tattoo on his neck and a gold earring in one ear.
“I don’t usually drink spirits,” she said.
“Drink it anyway. You look like you need it.”
Patty put the glass to her lips and sipped from it. It was rum. Strong, rough rum.
“Drink it properly.” The pirates had gathered round the pale young beauty, and all eyes were on her.
“Go on, take a swig,” urged Joseph. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“Get it down you!” cried another.
She raised the glass again and gulped down a mouthful. At once she began choking as it burned its way down her throat, much to the amusement of the men.
“Don’t worry,” laughed Joseph. “You get used to it. Here, have some food.”
A plate of stew was placed in front of her. All at once she remembered that she hadn’t eaten for some time. The stew was hot and smelt good. A spoon was thrust into her hand and she began to eat.
The stew was good, but she found it hard to enjoy the meal with the eyes of the men fixed upon her. Every mouthful was scrutinized as she put it to her lips, and she began to be acutely aware of the inadequacy of her clothing, the tiny bikini bottom and the skimpy top revealing far more of her smooth, soft flesh than she would have liked.
She finished the meal and pushed her plate away.
“Can I have a glass of water please?” she asked shyly.
“Sure. Get the lady some water.”
A glass was placed in front of her and she drank it down.
“I-I think I’d like to go and lie down now,” she said, rising to her feet.
“Nonsense,” said Joseph. “The party’s only just starting. You want to dance don’t you?”
“I-I’m not really dressed for it.”
“You look fine to me, doesn’t she boys?”
There was laughter and a general nodding of heads. Patty glanced about the faces. With the possible exception of Joseph, they were all swarthy, untrustworthy looking men, and the way they eyed her cleavage, making no secret of their interest in her young body, made her very nervous indeed. But perhaps her best chance of maintaining her dignity would be to play along with them. If she upset them, there was no telling what they might do.
“Come on”, said Joseph, smiling. “Have another drink, and we’ll put some music on.”
Patty reluctantly accepted another glass of the strong grog and took a sip from it. Then the room was suddenly filled with beaty dance music. Joseph took her hand.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The men stood back, leaving a empty space in the middle of the room, and Joseph nodded to the youngster.
For a moment Patty didn’t move. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to dance, especially before such an audience. Then, although her heart was far from in it, she began to sway her body to the music. Normally she loved to dance, and she knew she was a good mover. But this was no normal situation. She was the lone female here, surrounded by a group of desperadoes. Still, their smiles were encouraging as she dropped into the beat of the tune.
Patty tried to blot the grinning men from her mind as her body gyrated to the music. She was acutely aware that her unsupported breasts were shaking deliciously with every move, and that the men were clearly enjoying the sight. She wondered if this would satisfy them, and they would leave her unmolested. Certainly they seemed friendly enough, and she felt strangely protected by the presence of Joseph, who seemed to be taking charge of the proceedings.
The music ended, and there was rapturous applause from the men. Her glass was thrust into her hand, and she took another sip of the fiery, liquid.
“That was very good,” said Joseph, placing an arm about her. “The boys really enjoyed watching you. They’d like you to do something else for them, though.”
Patty looked at him nervously.
“What do they want?”
“Just for you to take your top off.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“They’d like to see you dance without the blouse.”
“I couldn’t do that!” Patty could feel the panic rising inside her at the thought.
‘You took your top off on the yacht. Zariah and Lapasha saw you.”
“I was made to by your skipper. I didn’t do it by choice. Do you think I’m some kind of whore? Or a stripper? I’m a good girl.”
“But I bet you sometimes sunbathed like that.”
“Only when nobody was watching.”
“Well we’re all friends here. C’mon baby, the boys just want to see you dance topless. I bet your breasts are real pretty!”
Patty looked at him. He seemed sincere, but she couldn’t do it, could she? Not here, in this place, with all these men watching. It was true that she had sometimes sunbathed without her top on her stepfather’s yacht, but only to annoy him. This was completely different.
She shook her head. “I-I can’t.”
“Sure you can. It’s just a bit of fun for the lads. Just for five minutes. One dance.”
She glanced about at the expectant faces. Maybe if she did this thing, they would leave her alone, she thought.
“Just one dance?”
She thought she detected a smile of triumph on his face as he nodded.
“All right,” she sighed. “Just one dance.”
After all, she mused. What harm could it do? They were just a few men.
She turned her back on the crew. A murmur of assent went up as they saw her reach for the knot on her blouse and begin to fumble with it. It came undone quite easily.
For a moment she almost lost her nerve. Then, taking a deep breath, she shrugged the garment off her shoulders. She laid it carefully on the table in front of her. Then, her face scarlet, she turned to face the watching pirates.
“Shit! Nice tits.”
“Real pretty.”
“Look at these nipples.”
“Shake them for us, baby.”
Patty glanced down at herself. Her firm breasts jutted forward enticingly, requiring no support, her pert nipples hard and prominent. A wave of shame swept over her as she thought of how slutty she must look, clad only in her shoes and bikini bottom.
Then the music started again.
Patty had never felt so cheap as she dropped into the rhythm of the music. She wanted desperately to hide herself, to cover her lovely breasts, which bounced up and down with every move she made. How could she be doing this? How could she dance bare breasted before these men, like some tart in a second rate strip joint? What would her schoolmates think if they could see her behaving like this?
Yet she feared what the men might do if she didn’t comply to their wishes. Maybe one dance like this would satisfy them.
The music seemed to go on forever, and she danced on, closing her mind to the staring eyes and lewd comments of her audience. At last, though, the tune ended. Placing her hands over her breasts she turned to the table.
Her blouse was gone.
She stared in disbelief for a moment. Then, hugging her arms to her chest, she confronted the men.
“Where’s my blouse?” she asked. “I left it right there.”
“You don’t need it,” replied Joseph. “You look just fine as you are.”
“But you promised, you bastard. Just one dance, you said.”
Joseph’s face darkened. He stepped forward and grasped her arm, pulling her face close to his.
“Don’t call me a bastard, you little whore,” he hissed.
Patty was suddenly afraid. She had hoped against hope to find a protector in Joseph. Now, though, she looked into his face and saw the contempt in his eyes.
“You said just one dance,” she said.
“Did you really think I’d stop there? I just wanted to see if you really were a little slut. You’ve proved it now. No decent girl would have taken her top off like you just did.
“But I…
“And that dance. Christ, talk about flaunting yourself.”
“I… I was just trying to do what you wanted.”
“By flashing your bare tits? You’re nothing more than a little whore!”
“I-I’m sorry. I think I’ll be going to bed now,” she said.
She turned and walked toward the door. The men stood on either side of her, watching her as she passed. She tried not to look at them, keeping her eyes fixed upon the open door. She was no more than a step away when the man beside it slammed it shut, moving in front of it, his burly arms folded.
Patty’s heart sank. “Please let me pass,” she begged.
“Party’s not over yet.” He grinned, showing a set of yellowed, broken teeth.
“Look I’m tired and…”
“I said it’s not over.”
She gave a cry of pain as he grasped her wrists, pulling her arms away from her bare breasts and trapping them behind her. Then he was manhandling her, frogmarching her struggling, back to Joseph. The big Irishman stood, his hands on his hips, watching as she was brought to him.
“You have no right, you bastard,” she shouted.
Slap!
The blow across the cheek caught Patty by surprise, throwing her face to one side and making her head spin.
“I told you not to call me that. Get the bitch up on the table.”
Hands grasped at Patty, hoisting her up onto the table she had been sitting at. Other hands grasped at her body, squeezing her breasts and feeling up between her legs, pressing the thin material of her bikini bottoms up against her crotch. Only when they had her standing on the table did they release her.
Patty covered her breasts once more, her face throbbing from the blow. For a time she could see double, then, as her vision gradually returned to normal, she saw the row of grinning faces staring up at her.
“Listen,” she said. “My mother has money. If you don’t harm me I’ll see you get well rewarded.”
“We can see all the reward we want right now,” shouted one of the men.
“Make her dance again,” said another.
“Get those fucking pants off first.”
There were cries of assent at this. Patty glanced about herself in desperation. This was getting out of hand.
Whack! One of the men had removed his belt and gave her a singing blow across the thigh. Instinctively she placed a hand over the spot, then covered her breast again as she heard the men’s laughter.
“Hit her again!”
“Make the cunt squeal!”
Whack!
This time the belt smacked into the backs of her legs, stinging terribly.
“Please!” she begged. “Stop it!”
“First we want another dance.” It was Joseph speaking again, the authority in his voice silencing the men around him.
“All right.” The words were barely a whisper as Patty hung her head in defeat.
“Without the pants.”
“Please. Not that. I’ll dance but…”
Joseph nodded to the man with the belt.
Whack!
This time he laid a stripe on the soft, creamy flesh of Patty’s inner thigh, bringing another scream of pain from her as she tried to twist away from it.
“Get the fucking pants off,” ordered Joseph.
Patty glanced down at the men, then her shoulders slumped. She knew they would win, anyway. They were big, cruel, ruthless men, she just a eighteen year old girl. They would do what they wanted with her, regardless of her own wants.
Slowly, her face scarlet, she took her hands away from her breasts and reached for the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Chapter 6

The room went silent as Patty hooked her thumbs into the thin band that held her skimpy bikini bottoms together. For a moment she was almost overcome by panic at the thought of stripping naked in this awful saloon. She managed to remain in control, though, keeping her eyes closed, too humiliated to face the men.
Crying softly, she slid the small, white pants down her thighs and let them drop to her ankles. Then she straightened, her hands hanging at her sides.
The men whistled and cheered as they ogled her nudity, jostling for position. As the pretty, naked girl stepped out of the pants, a hand reached out and snatched them away.
She stood on the table, her cheeks burning as the men took in her pubic mound, the pinkness of her sex lips and the firm globes of her backside, the stripes of her stepfather’s rod still visible across her nether cheeks.
“Open your legs”
“Yeah, show us your snatch!”
“C’mon baby, spread ‘em”
“Please. Haven’t you seen enough?”
Whack! A belt slashed across her bare buttocks.
“Spread them we said!”
Slowly, reluctantly, Patty obeyed, placing her legs akimbo, the tears of humiliation still rolling down her cheeks.
“Put the music on, let’s see the bitch dance.”
“Yeah, come on baby, strut your stuff.”
“Let’s see you wiggle that bare ass!”
“I… I can’t”
Whack! Once more the belt found its mark, this time whipping round, the end cracking against her pubic mound and sending new darts of pain through the unhappy youngster.
“Dance, fuck you!”
The music began again. This time Patty found it very difficult to find a rhythm. All she could think of was the exhibition she was making of herself, dancing like some cheap stripper on the table of this roomful of rough men. It was like some kind of nightmare, being nude amongst all these fully- dressed people and, try as she might, she couldn’t think of anything but the contempt they must have for her.
Halfway through the song, she allowed herself a swift glance down at her audience. Most were watching her with rapt attention but, on the far side of the room, she noticed that Joseph had gathered two or three men about him, and was holding a bag in his hand, whilst they counted something into it. Patty wondered for a moment what was happening, then a wolf whistle from the men reminded her of her predicament and she looked away again, staring straight ahead of her, trying not to look at those watching.
All the time she could feel the tension rising in the room as the men became more and more aroused by the sight of her, her bare backside swinging from side to side, her breasts bouncing mouth-wateringly with every movement. She knew they wanted her now, and her stomach churned as she realized that the evening might end in rape.
The music stopped, and so did her dancing. Once again the youngster’s natural modesty made her place an arm across her breast and cover her vagina with her hand. She wished she could cover her bottom as well, trying hard not to listen to the men’s comments as they admired its shapeliness.
Joseph came across to the table, carrying the bag.
“Can’t I get down now?” she pleaded.
“All in good time. First of all, I want you to hold this.”
He held up the bag to her. At first she was reluctant to take it, only too aware that she would have to uncover herself to do so. Then she saw the glint in his eyes. Removing her hand from her breasts she reached down and took the bag from him. It felt quite heavy, its contents rattling.
“Right boys,” he said. There’s a ball in there for each of you. White gets first choice, blue second and green third. Got that?
The men nodded in assent.
“Then let’s get started. C’mon girl, hold out the bag, let everyone pick a ball.”
For a second, Patty wasn’t certain what he wanted. Then the men pressed forward, reaching up for the bag.
The mouth was tied almost shut, but the gap was wide enough for a man’s forearm. She held it out, and the first of the pirates plunged his hand inside. When he pulled it out again, he was clutching a red pool ball. He cursed and threw it aside.
A second man reached in, and he too pulled out a red ball. The men were jostling one another now, and the nude youngster stepped back away from their grabbing hands, leaning forward with the bag, her young breasts dangling enticingly.
This time, when the man withdrew his arm, he gave a shout of triumph. In his hand he held a white ball. Patty recognized him as one of the men who had been on the bridge of the yacht when her ordeal had begun. His name, she knew, was Lapasha. His head was shaved, a large gold earring hanging from one ear. His lips were thin, his dark skin oily looking. He caught her glance and winked at her, letting his gaze drop to her crotch. Patty shivered as he eyed her naked body, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t be touched by him.
By now more arms were reaching into Patty’s bag, most of the men producing red balls and voicing their disappointment. At last, though, the blue and green balls emerged, much to the obvious satisfaction of the men who picked them.
Joseph, who had not taken part in the draw, stepped forward and took the bag from the naked beauty. Patty looked about her fearfully. It was clear that something was about to happen, and she felt her mouth go dry as she waited to see what it was.
“Get down from there, slut” he ordered.
Slowly Patty climbed down, and soon she stood before him, once again using her hands to cover her private parts as best she could.
“Looks like you’re first, Lapasha,” said Joseph. “How do you want it?”
The pirate laughed. “I’m an old-fashioned sort of guy,” he said. “I’ll just fuck her straight.”
“Right. Get her on the table.”
Patty had listened with horror to the exchange, and now she backed away.
“Wh-what’s going on?” she asked.
“The guys decided that since you’re so happy to flaunt that pretty little body, you won’t mind if you get fucked.”
“You… You can’t,” she stammered. “That would be rape.”
“Call it what the fuck you like, baby,” replied Joseph. “There’s no laws out here at sea. Get her down boys.”
The men grabbed at Patty, but she wrenched her arm away, scratching the man down his cheek with her long nails.
Thump!
A fist hit her hard in the stomach, and she doubled over in breathless pain. Then they were onto her again, grabbing her arms and legs and lifting her into the air.
They slammed her down onto the table, knocking the wind from her. They pinned her there, their fingers digging into her painfully as they dragged her forward until her bare bottom projected over the edge of the table. More strong arms grabbed her thighs, pulling them apart to reveal the gaping slit of her vagina.
Patty tried to struggle, but the young teenager stood no chance against the strong seamen. She stared down between her breasts at Lapasha, who was standing there, his eyes fixed on her sex.
He reached out, and she gave a start as his fingers touched her labia, sliding up her sex lips.
“Bitch is dry,” he commented.
“No problem.”
One of the men went into the galley and came back with a bottle of cooking oil. He pulled of the top and, amid the laughter of his colleagues, poured a liberal amount onto Patty’s crotch. The oil was cold and felt very uncomfortable to the squirming youngster. Then, to her horror, a number of fingers began rubbing the greasy fluid into her skin, forcing the portal of her vagina open and penetrating her with their oil-coated fingers.
“That should do it,”
For a second the hands left her body. Patty lifted her head. Her young skin was shiny with oil from her navel down to her thighs, her pubic hair matted with the stuff. Then her eyes opened further as she saw that Lapasha’s pants were open and his long, twitching cock was in his hand.
“Give it to her, Lapasha.”
“Fuck the slut.”
“No!” she screamed.” No! Please, not that!”
Once again the youngster struggled, but she had no chance. There were at least six men holding her down, and she couldn’t move.
“No!” she cried again.
The final despairing cry to retain her honor fell on deaf ears as she felt the pirate’s cock pressing against her sex lips. With a shove, he slid his thick erection into her, ramming it deep inside her well-oiled cunt. He paused for a moment, gazing down at her prostrate form. Then he started to fuck her.
For Patty, the rape was totally humiliating, stretched naked on the hard table, with strangers’ hands all over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, laughing as they watched her being violated by this uncaring man. It was like all her nightmares rolled into one and she moaned with pain and self-pity as she was roughly raped by the uncaring pirate
Lapasha was clearly very aroused, having watched her dance nude and having felt the softness of her vibrant young body. Now the tightness of her cunt was bringing him the relief he needed as he thrust violently into her, rocking her body back and forth, heedless to her cries for mercy as he despoiled the unwilling youngster.
He came with a groan of satisfaction, and Patty gritted her teeth as she felt her vagina being filled with hot spunk for the second time that day. The first time had been bad enough, but this time it was infinitely worse. To be fucked amid the cheers of a group of rough, uncaring strangers was just too much. Now, for the first time since Joseph had saved her life, she wished that her stepfather had had his way. Even death would have been preferable to the humiliation of public rape.
Heedless of her misery, Lapasha went on thrusting into her until he was spent, then pulled his cock from her. She felt his semen beginning to seep from her open crotch, and she moaned at the ignominy of her situation. Right now, more than anything, she wanted to be able to wash herself, to immerse herself in hot water and cleanse her body of his seed.
But there was to be no respite for the distressed youngster. No sooner had Lapasha withdrawn his still swollen organ, than the man with the blue ball was stepping forward.
“What’s it to be, Pierre?” asked Joseph.
“I guess I’ll use her mouth,” replied the grinning sailor. He was about forty years old, with a fat belly and long, greasy hair. His face was covered in sweat, and the singlet he wore was streaked with food and grease.
“Get her on her knees, lads,” laughed Joseph. “It’s time she had some dessert.”
Once again Patty found herself being manhandled by the Pirates. This time they kicked the back of her legs, making her knees buckle and forcing her down into a kneeling position. Her arms were pinned behind her, and a hand grasped hold of her hair, tugging hard and forcing her head back.
Pierre positioned himself in front of her, spreading his legs apart. A shiver ran through Patty’s slender frame as she saw that he had already opened his pants, and that his thick, circumcised penis was standing rampant from his fly, a small bead of lubrication glistening on the eye. He stepped forward and Patty tried to turn her head away, but the man grasping her hair yanked it back. Pierre pressed his hard cock against her lips, but she kept her jaw clamped tight shut.
“Open your mouth, bitch” ordered Joseph.
Patty shook her head, pursing her lips together.
Slap!
With her head being held as firmly as it was, she was unable to ride the blow to her face, and for a moment she saw stars as her head resounded with the slap.
“Open your fucking mouth,” repeated Joseph. “You know he’s gonna have you one way or another. Why get your nose broken in the process?”
Patty looked into his eyes. There seemed little doubt that he was sincere. Nobody in this room had shown an iota of compassion for the distress and pain she was enduring. What did he care if he broke her lovely nose?
Slowly she opened her mouth, shutting her eyes tight as he pressed his twitching organ between her lips.
“Now suck.”
Patty began to suck at his prick as he thrust it into her mouth. With her head held as it was, the ordeal was much worse than when she had fellated the skipper. Then she had had her hands free, and had been able to ride out his firm thrusts. Now she had to work hard to control her gagging reflex as he slid his organ in and out of her mouth.
For Patty, this was the most disgusting thing that had ever been demanded of her.. Even in the boudoir, with a mate to whom she had betrothed herself, she would have found it difficult to bring herself to suck a man’s cock. Here, in this scruffy saloon, kneeling naked before a group of male strangers, her thighs streaked with semen, it seemed unspeakable. Yet the prospect of what they night do to her if she refused seemed even more so, and she fought down the nausea as she sucked hard at his swollen glans.
He came without warning, making her choke as his hot spunk splashed against the back of her throat.
“Swallow it, whore,” ordered Joseph. “Show some gratitude for the seed of your superior.”
Patty gulped down the fluid as best she could, but still some escaped from her mouth, dribbling down her chin and splashing onto her bare breast. Pierre continued to pump his erection in and out of her mouth, his orgasm going on and on until he abruptly withdrew and zipped his cock back into his pants.
At once Patty was hauled to her feet once more.
“There’s spunk on your chin, slut,” said Joseph. “Lick it off.”
Patty stared at him, and he drew back his arm. At once she protruded her tongue, trying not to think of what it was she was licking and swallowing.
“There’s some on your tit. Lick that off too.”
The men behind her released Patty’s hands. Her face crimson she lifted her firm young breast up and, inclining her head, licked the sperm from her stiff brown nipple, trying not to listen to the men’s laughter as she did so.
“Right Arkash, you get the third option,” said Joseph.
A man emerged from the crowd. He was a Negro, with a broad muscular chest, standing well over six feet tall. He moved close to Patty. The young English girl barely came up to his shoulders, her skin appearing pale against his dark color.
“I guess there’s just one way left,” he said, showing a row of perfect white teeth. “You ever have a black cock in you baby?”
Patty shook her head.
“Too fucking good for a black man?”
“No. I… I was a virgin until this morning,” she whispered.
“Fuck me, is that so? What about your asshole? That still virgin?”
She stared at him incredulously. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He laughed. “Actions speak louder than words. Bend her over fellas.”
At once the naked youngster was grabbed again. This time they turned her to face the bench before slamming her forward over it. Somebody wrapped a belt about her shin and secured it to the table leg on one side. She tried to kick them away, but the other leg was grabbed and similarly tied. Hands grasped her shoulders, pressing her down so that her bare breasts were squashed beneath her. She felt more oil poured onto her backside, and fingers began massaging it into her sphincter.
Then she understood.
“No!” she screamed. “Not there! Please not there!”
Even as she spoke she saw the long, hard ebony pole of Arkash’s cock emerge from his jeans. He ran a hand across her backside, picking up some of the oil, then spreading it onto his cock.
“No!” she shouted again. “Stop!” She began to scream hysterically.
“Somebody shut the bitch up,” ordered Joseph.
“Sure. No problem.”
Someone took hold of her hair and pulled her head up. He was holding a dishcloth in his hand and, as she opened her mouth to scream he stuffed it inside. It was dirty and tasted dreadful, but he pressed it all the way in. Then a longer piece of cloth was found which they wrapped about her head, tying it painfully tight and jamming the gag in her mouth. For a moment Patty found it impossible to breathe, and she felt the panic rise up in her as she forced the foul cloth forward with her tongue, unblocking her airway. Then her entire body shuddered as she felt Arkash’s cock pressing against the tight hole of her anus.
Her body reared as she instinctively tried to prevent this unnatural penetration, but there was nothing she could do. Her legs were bound tightly and painfully to the table, her thighs spread, the crack of her backside forced open by rough hands. Arkash’s thick glans pressed harder, the strong Negro twisting it in his fist as he forced it into the unhappy girl’s rectum.
Patty gave a muffled scream of anguish as he penetrated her, her sphincter muscles forced aside by the severity of his onslaught. She moaned with despair as she felt her young body defiled in so degrading a manner, clenching her fists and jamming her jaws down on the dishcloth, tears streaming from her eyes as his shaft ripped into her nether hole.
“Go it Ark!”
“Ream the bitch!”
“Fuck her asshole”
The cries of the other pirates were becoming more excited now as they watched the beautiful young girl being ass-raped by the powerful black man. His cock was pumping back and forth like a piston, each stroke bringing fresh pain to the naked girl, her slender body crashing against the hard edge of the table with every stroke. Her screams had died to moans now, and she no longer had the strength to fight the hands that held her. Patty realized miserably that this was surrender. Acceptance that, to these ruffians, she was no more than fuck meat. Something to humiliate, hurt and take pleasure from.
When, at last, she felt the hot flow of Arkash’s semen into her rectum, she knew her debasement was complete and she lay, sobbing softly, barely hearing the cheers of her captors or feeling the warm viscous fluid that was filling her nether passage.
He left his cock embedded in her behind for some time, clearly enjoying the sensation of her muscles as they involuntarily caressed his stiff erection. At last, though, he withdrew. The hands left Patty’s body, and the straps were removed from her legs, yet still she made no effort to rise, lying exhausted on the table, her legs still spread, oblivious to the shining fluid that seeped from her cunt and anus.
A hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her to her feet, and she stood in front of Joseph, her eyes cast down. He used his knife to cut through the gag, and yanked the cloth from her mouth. He handed her a glass and she gulped down the spirit, scarcely noticing the way it burned her throat, seeking the anesthetic of the alcohol after her ordeal.
She placed the empty glass on the table.
“C-can I go now?” she asked quietly.
“Shit no. These guys all want their turn.”
Her eyes widened. “But I… The pool balls…”
“Just to decide who went first. Now your cunt’s been used, everyone wants some. Right guys, it’s free for all.”
Her eyes wide, her body shaking with fear, the naked youngster backed against the wall as the leering men gathered about her.

Chapter 7
Patty opened her eyes, and blinked into the gloom. She stirred, and immediately felt the pain in her abused body. For a second she couldn’t remember why she hurt so. Then the memory of the ordeal of the night before came back to her. Her arms and legs were stiff with being tied, trapped and stretched by the men. There were bruises on her thighs and legs, and her backside hurt terribly from the treatment it had received.
She pulled herself up into a sitting position. She was still in the saloon, and had been sleeping on a pile of tablecloths in the corner. As she looked about her at the untidy room, memories of the previous night overwhelmed her.
They had used and abused their lovely young captive for hours. They had held her down on the table and brutally raped her again and again, ramming their rampant cocks into both in her vagina and her backside. She had been forced suck them time after time, obliged to swallow spurt after spurt of hot semen. They had showed no mercy when she had begged them to leave her alone, many of them fucking her over and over until her cunt ached.
They had stretched her young body into every position imaginable. They had penetrated her anus with carrots and had rammed cucumbers into her vagina, laughing at her discomfort. They had made her masturbate with the vegetables, standing on the table with her legs spread and pumping them in and out whilst they jeered at her. They had laid her down and forced her to jerk them off with her hands until they came, spurting their semen over her pale flesh, then making her lick it off.
Twice they had taken her out on deck and hosed her down with a fire hose, mocking her as she spluttered in the icy cold water, making her wash herself clean of their fluids before taking her back inside for more debauchery. Only when every man was too drunk, or incapable of raising another erection, did they kick her into the corner on the cloths and allowed her to sleep at last.
It had been the most terrifying, humiliating and painful night of her life, yet somehow she had come through it, and now she had to live with the shame of it. To think that, just the day before, she had been an innocent virgin. Now she had been fucked by more men than any decent woman would have in a lifetime.
Wearily, she pulled herself to her feet, clutching the table for support. There was a bathroom at the rear of the saloon, and she staggered across to it.
Inside she examined herself in the mirror, not at all liking what she saw. Her eyes were red with crying, her cheek and jaw sporting dark bruises where she had been struck. Her pretty lips, too, were swollen, partly from where the men had struck her, partly from the number of blow jobs she had been forced to give. Her hair, too, was a mess, streaked with dirt, food and semen.
She let her eyes drop down her body. Her nipples were red from being sucked, she had more bruises on her belly. Her thighs were streaked with spunk, her sex lips swollen. She gave a little cry of dismay at the mess she was in, turning away from the mirror.
Behind her was a shower cubicle. There was a bar of soap on the rack and a nearly empty bottle of shampoo on the floor. She turned on the shower. The water was icy cold, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to wash the men from her body.
She showered for ten minutes, lathering and re-lathering her skin, using every drop of the shampoo to clean the muck from her hair. At last, shivering, she emerged.
There was no towel, so she stood before an air blower, trying to dry her hair and skin. When, at last, she was as dry as she could make herself, she sat down in the saloon, looking blankly about her, wondering what she could possibly do next.
A search of the room revealed no sign of her clothes. So what could she do? She dare not walk out of the room naked, for fear of encountering one of the sailors. She gazed down at her shapely young form, and her cheeks reddened as she thought of how she had danced naked for the crewmen. They had known then that they would have her, and she had been naïve enough to think she was safe. She knew now that they had wanted her for one thing only. And here she was, trapped aboard this ship with the very men who had raped and defiled her. She had to find a way to escape.
She made her way to the door of the saloon and peered nervously out. There was nobody in sight. She guessed that most of the men who had been there last night were probably asleep, though there must be men awake, steering the ship. That thought made her very nervous indeed, and it was some time before she could summon up the courage to step out into the corridor. At last, though, she took a deep breath and headed down the passage, tiptoeing in her bare feet, her heart pounding.
She came to a door that looked out onto the stern deck, but went on past, intent on finding some way to cover her nudity. To her left was another door, and she pushed it slowly open, then gave a small sigh of relief. It was a laundry and, there on the table, were some recently laundered shirts.
She picked one up and shook it out. It was creased, and had some stains on it, but it was clean. She slipped into it and buttoned it up. It barely covered her crotch, but at least it was something to hide her nudity.
Encouraged at having salvaged some of her modesty, she moved back into the passage. There was yet another door opposite, and she opened it quietly and peered inside. At once she felt her heart jump as she saw the figures of two men stretched out on bunks. One had his back to her, but she recognized the other as Arkash. She shuddered as she remembered how he had buggered her in front of all his companions. She certainly didn’t want to wake him. She began to back away, and was about to close the door when she spotted something on a table by the bed.
It was a pistol.
Her heart leapt. Maybe this was her passport off the boat. At last she would have some kind of bargaining card against the strong ruffians who held her captive. Soundlessly she stepped back into the room and picked up the gun.
It was heavy, much heavier than she had expected, but she wrapped her hand about the grip and curled a finger round the trigger. Then she was back in the passage again and heading toward the stern.
When the man rounded the corner in the passageway, he took her completely by surprise. He seemed equally taken aback by the encounter, though, and even more unprepared to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
“Stop!” she said, her voice hoarse as her anxiety came through. “Don’t move.”
“What the fuck…”
Then she recognized the man. It was the skipper, Abul.
“Don’t move I said. Put your hands up.”
“Don’t be fucking stupid. Put down the gun.”
“No!” Her hands were shaking, but she held the pistol out in front of her, pointing at his chest. “Put your damned hands up.”
Abul stared at her, and for a second she feared he would resist. Then he shrugged and placed his hands in the air.
“What now?”
“Take me to the bridge. I want to use the radio.”
“Okay.”
The man seemed oddly unconcerned at having a pistol pointed at him, in complete contrast to the teenager, who was shaking like a leaf as she held the heavy gun out in front of her. He led her up a stairway and onto the bridge, his hands still held high. There were two sailors in there, and their eyes widened as they saw the gun Patty was holding.
“Stand back,” she said, her voice almost breaking with the strain.
“Do as she says,” said the skipper.
With the gun still pointed at Abul, Patty moved across to the radio.
“Who you going to call?” asked Abul.
“I’m going to put out a distress call. Pretty soon every boat in the area will be sailing toward us.”
“You know what you’re doing?”
“Of course.” One of the things she had done when on board her stepfather’s yacht was learn to use the radio. Now she found new confidence as she flicked the tuner dial round and picked up the microphone.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Abul.
“Just keep quiet. You’ve had your fun, but I’m in charge now”
“Try to broadcast and I’ll have you whipped, you little bitch.”
Patty stared at him. There was a confidence in his voice that scared her. But what could he do? After all, she was the one with the gun. She raised the microphone again.
“Don’t do it I said.”
“Be quiet.”
Then he took a step toward her.
“Get back,” she warned.
He took another step. Patty leveled the gun. Her hand was shaking so much she could barely aim it, but she curled her finger round the trigger.
“One more step…”
He took the step.
Bracing herself, Patty pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened. She tried again, but it wouldn’t budge. Then Abul had the pistol and was wrenching it from her hand.
“You should have learned about guns as well as radios,” he said. “Then you’d have known that you had the safety catch on all along.”
Crack!
He struck her with the back of his hand, sending her crashing to the deck. As she fell, the shirt rode up around her waist, revealing her bare crotch to the grinning sailors. She pulled it down at once, gazing fearfully up at Abul.
“Take her down and tie her to the foremasts,” he said. “We’ll see if twenty stokes of the whip will teach her manners.”

Chapter 8

Patty tugged at the bonds that dug into the soft flesh of her wrists, desperate to loosen them. But she tugged in vain. The sailor who had tied them had been an expert at knots, and the thick, rough rope that held her didn’t budge an inch. Her ankles were similarly bound, the rope stretching her legs wide apart.
She was standing between two stout masts at the front of the pirates’ vessel, her arms pulled upwards, her legs akimbo so that her pretty young body formed an X shape. She still had on the shirt she had taken from the laundry room but, with the way the lower hem rode up with every movement she made, and with her lack of any underwear, she still felt very vulnerable as she watched the boat’s crew gathering on the deck in front of her. Indeed, the cutthroat who had tied her there had taken the opportunity to feel her up, running his strong hands inside the shirt, roughly squeezing her ripe breasts and probing into the furry nest of her cunt, heedless of her protests.
That had been nearly an hour ago. An hour in which her limbs had ached, and her wrists and ankles had chafed and stung from the tightness of her bonds. For most of that time she had been alone, although she had been able to clearly hear the men down in the saloon, and smell the food as they breakfasted noisily. She had prayed all the time that they would go about their duties and ignore her, but now, all of a sudden, they were emerging onto the deck where she was in bondage, leaning on the vessel’s railing and eyeing their gorgeous young captive.
All at once the murmur of voices fell silent, as the skipper appeared. He swaggered across the deck and stopped in front of the youngster. Patty dropped her eyes, anxious not to meet his as she felt the blood begin to rise in her cheeks.
The captain turned to his men.
“It seems our young passenger needs a lesson in manners,” he said.
This was greeted by laughter from the assembly.
“We take the trouble to feed her and house her.”
“And fuck her,” called someone.
The skipper nodded. “And fuck her. Yet the little bitch pulls a gun on me. Well now it’s time for her to learn who’s in charge on this ship. Bosun, come forward.”
The crowd parted and one of the men stepped out. He was thin and sinewy, his skin an olive color, his body a mass of tattoos. Patty recognized him as one of the men she had been forced to suck off the night before, and the memory of his spunk filling her mouth sent a shudder of disgust through her. In his hand he held a thick handle, from which dangled a number of lengths of thin leather.
“She’s to get twenty strokes of the cat,” said Abul. “Get her ready.”
The man grinned, showing a row of yellowed teeth. He tucked the whip handle into his belt and moved forward to stand directly in front of the frightened girl. He reached up and stroked her cheek.
“Pretty little cocksucker,” he said. “I’m gonna enjoy hearing you scream.”
He took hold of the collar of the shirt and, with a single movement, ripped it apart, amid the cheers of the watching men. A few more tugs at the thin material and the shirt was reduced to useless rags, leaving Patty stark naked.
She hung her head, closing her eyes, not wishing to think of the sight she made, her luscious breasts jutting forward, the pert brown nipples bare for all to see, her legs spread wide so that her sex was equally exposed, the lips of her labia parted so the men could se the pinkness inside her.
The bosun moved forward and, taking her jaw in his hand, forced it open, pulling her face up to his. Then his lips were on hers, the tobacco on his breath making her retch as he forced his tongue into her mouth whilst his other hand pawed at her bare breasts.
The forced kiss seemed to go on forever, the bosun’s hand ranging freely over Patty’s naked flesh as he enjoyed his domination over the helpless girl. When, at last, he pulled away, his fingers were still embedded in her vagina, probing deep into her most private place.
“It’s not as good as a cock,” he murmured in her ear. “But to a slut like you, anything feels good up your cunt, doesn’t it?”
Patty felt used and humiliated, and quite unable to reply as he rammed his fingers still deeper into her.
“Is the bitch wet yet?” asked one of the crew.
“Fucking gagging for it,” the bosun replied.
Abul laughed.
“Get on with it, bosun,” he said. “There’ll be plenty of time to fuck her later.”
Patty could scarcely believe what she was hearing. The men treated her as nothing more than a slave. A slave and a whore. Except whores did it willingly and got paid, she reflected bitterly. She simply had to submit whether she liked it or not.
The bosun slid his fingers from inside her. Despite her disgust, he had managed to extract some lubrication from her crotch and he held up his fingers so the other men could see the shiny fluid.
“Told you she was hot for it,” he declared, amid much laughter. “C’mon babe, lick me clean.”
Holding her cheeks again he forced his fingers into her mouth, and for a moment Patty’s senses were filled with the taste and scent of her own vagina. She fought down the nausea as he forced her to suck her own juices from his fingers. Then he stepped back and pulled the whip from his belt.
Now Patty saw for the first time the dreadful instrument that was to be used on her. It was a cat o’ nine tails. She recognized it from an exhibit at a mediaeval castle she had once visited on a school trip. Then she had simply turned up her nose, not believing for a moment that such an instrument of torture could ever be used on her. Now she saw it in a completely different light.
The nine tails were all made of leather, with a small lead weight on the end of each. As the bosun took a few practice swings, the sound of the tails swishing through the air brought a cold feeling to her stomach. They were just bluffing, surely? They were trying to scare her. They’d never actually use it on her, would they?
The bosun turned to the skipper.
“Twenty?”
“Twenty. Good and hard. But don’t break the skin. She’s too valuable to be delivered damaged. Once Sharma gets her, he can do what he likes with her, but I aim to keep her value.”
“You’re the boss.”
The bosun moved round behind the naked, helpless youngster, and a cold feeling entered the pit of her stomach as she realized that they meant business. She hadn’t been beaten since she was five years old, and then it had just been a slap on the backside. The thought of the whip frightened her very much, especially since it would be landing on naked flesh. She braced herself as the bosun drew back his arm.
Swish! Crack!
The whip came down across her bare bottom with astonishing force, each of the tails wrapping about her soft curves and delivering an excruciatingly painful blow. Patty screamed as the agonizing pain overwhelmed her. Then her punisher drew back his arm once more.
Swish! Crack!
The whip descended again, laying a fresh pattern of stripes across the pale, soft flesh of her backside and bringing new pangs of agony.
Swish! Crack!
Patty’s small frame was rocked forward by the force of the strike, her breasts shaking deliciously as she cried out again with pain and distress.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
The bosun worked his way from her backside down her legs, leaving angry stripes across her shapely thighs with each blow, the lead balls cutting into her with the agony of a thousand wasp stings.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Patty was screaming aloud with every blow, her begs for mercy almost incoherent as her lovely young body was struck again and again. She pulled frantically at her bonds, desperate to protect herself, but succeeding only in making the cruel rope dig yet deeper into her young flesh.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Patty was out of control now, promising to fuck and suck any man on board if they would only stop, making suggestions so lewd that she didn’t know where they were coming from.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Then merciful oblivion enveloped her, her body finally surrendering to the pain as unconsciousness swept over her. For a moment, in her mind, she was free of the pirates, back at her school in England laughing happily with her friends.
Splash!
The bucket of icy cold water brought her immediately back to her senses, her dream lost as her real life nightmare continued.. Her naked flesh glistened as the water flowed down over and between her lovely breasts, forming a rivulet that ran down to her crotch. The cold made her nipples harden and stand out, and the lewd remarks this elicited from the men brought new shame to her. Then all else was forgotten as the whipping began again.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
So wounded was she that every blow fell on flesh already stinging with pain as he worked his way down her body once again. She was hysterical now, her head shaking from side to side, her screams ringing in the air.
Swish! Crack!
The bosun paused for a moment, then drew back his arm for the final time.
Swish! Crack!
The final blow was delivered with extra ferocity, rocking her naked body forward and drawing tiny beads of blood where the whip ends hit her.
Then it was over, and a cheer went up from the men as the bosun took a bow, whilst Patty hung in her bonds, her body shaking with sobs of pain and humiliation.
Abul moved in front of her once more.
“Let that be a lesson to you, bitch. There is no escape from my ship.”
He turned to the sailors. “All right men, back to work.”
They left her there for another hour as they went about their chores on the boat. As Patty’s senses slowly returned, her thoughts were dominated by the dreadful pain of the whipping she had received. The sailors were unmoved, however, occasionally stopping to feel up her lovely body, squeezing and pinching her bare breasts, fingering her vagina and anus and slapping her red-raw backside, laughing at her cries of pain.
It was Joseph who finally cut her down. Her limbs were so stiff from her prolonged bondage that she couldn’t walk at first, lying prone on the deck rubbing the red-raw rope marks. Then she felt his boot in her ribs.
“On your feet, bitch” he ordered.
Slowly Patty rose, the pain and exhaustion making her forget her nudity so that she let her arms hang by her side.
“Get below.”
He gave her a shove, and she staggered off in the direction of her cell. When they reached it, he pushed her inside and slammed the door, turning the key in the lock. Patty collapsed onto the mattress and sweet oblivion enveloped her.

Chapter 9

They came for her at dusk. The youngster had slept all day, rising from the dirty old mattress only when some food was brought in for her in the late afternoon. The sailor who had brought the food had pinned her to the wall of the cell, running his hands over her breasts and fingering her vagina, laughing at her discomfort. Then, to her relief, he was called away, and she was left with her meal.
After eating she had showered, examining the myriad stripes on her young flesh in the mirror, gingerly touching the bright red spots where the lead weights had struck home on each lash. Every movement was uncomfortable, but she managed to wash herself, then stood nude in the bathroom whilst her skin slowly dried.
It was not long afterwards that they came for her. When she heard the key turn in the lock, she cowered back against the wall, trying to cover her nudity with her hands. There were two of them, rough, muscular men. She didn’t recognize them from the night before, and concluded they must have been on duty whilst the other men were enjoying her charms.
“So this is the slut,” said one of the men. “Shit, she’s just a kid.”
“She’s no kid,” replied his companion. “Look at those tits. Shake them for us, baby.”
Patty said nothing, still hugging her hands to her body.”
“Fuck it, let’s give her one before we take her upstairs. Grab the bitch.”
They wasted no time, one of them knocking her to the floor, then pinning her down whilst his companion brutally raped her, thrusting his large cock into her vagina with vigor. The rough floor reawakened the pain of her whipping, and she cried out in protest, but he paid no attention, grunting with pleasure as he pumped his semen into her lovely young body. Then it was his companion’s turn. He was soon fucking her energetically on the cell floor whilst his friend mauled her breasts, squeezing them roughly in his big hands.
When they had had their way with her, they dragged her back to her feet and shoved her out of the cell, leading her up aloft once more. She could feel her escorts’ semen seeping from her sex and leaking onto her inner thighs, and her young heart sank as she heard the sound of the men in the saloon.
As she entered the room, the evidence of her recent fucking was not lost on the dozen or more men who were inside. They greeted her with laughter and catcalls, pointing at the semen running down her legs and making bawdy comments to her grinning escorts.
“Christ, is she at it again already?”
“Fucking whore can’t get enough of it.”
“Look at her, still walking about starkers. What a slut.”
The men in the saloon didn’t try to rape her right away. For more than an hour they made her wait on table, carrying plates and glasses back and forth at their will. The idea of serving anyone, particularly this band of ruffians, was abhorrent to Patty. To be forced to do it in the nude, amid the laughter and crude remarks of the sailors, scarcely bore thinking about. Yet here she was, delivering drinks and clearing crockery, her body on open display, whilst being forced to listen to the men bragging about how they had fucked her the previous night.
And the men didn’t limit themselves to remarks. At every table she visited, the ashamed girl found hands probing between her legs, pinching her red-raw backside or grabbing her breasts as she tried to lay down the drinks.
Yet, so fearful was she of the prospect of another whipping, Patty made no complaint, doing exactly what was asked of her, anxious not to offend her new masters.
It was whilst she was leaning across one of the tables that the next part of her ordeal began. She had been hopeful that the humiliation of being their naked servant would be enough to please them, but her hopes were to be dashed.
One of the men grabbed both her breasts in his hands as they dangled enticingly like two ripe oranges.
“Shit these are pretty tits,” he said. “Prettiest I’ve seen in a hell of a while.”
“Think she’s ever been tit fucked?” put in another.
“Hey, that’s a great idea. What do you say, baby? Fancy a cock between them?”
Patty didn’t answer. She tried to pull back, but somebody behind her had grabbed her arms, and she was forced to stand whilst the man caressed her firm breasts.
“I used to know a whore in Bangkok had both her nipples pierced,” said one of the sailors. “Used to tie the two rings together to give a nice tight cleavage to fuck.”
“Sounds like a good idea. Let’s see how this bitch likes it.”
“Cool. How we gonna do it? She ain’t pierced.”
“I got just the thing. Wait here.”
Patty watched fearfully as the man left the room. What could they possibly want of her now? Surely she’d suffered enough. She wasn’tgoing anywhere, though. Her arms were pinned by strong hands, whilst others groped her soft, vulnerable flesh.
The man returned almost at once, and threw something down onto the table. Patty felt a new coldness as she saw he had brought in two safety pins, large ones, the size a mother might use on her baby’s diaper.
“Let’s get her nipples hard,” said one of the men. “Get some ice.”
Someone dropped a bowl of ice onto the table, and he took a handful, pressing them against Patty’s right nipple. At once the dark skin puckered to hardness as she grimaced at the freezing cubes.
“Good. Hold her tight while I get the pin.”
Patty had been enduring the treatment in bewildered silence. Now she saw the man open the safety pin, she began to struggle.
“No!” she cried. “Not that. Please not that.”
A hand was placed across her mouth, then her elbows were drawn close together, thrusting her firm breasts forward. She watched in utter horror as the sailor took hold of her hardened nipple and placed the point of the pin against it.
He drove the pin through her bare nipple, completely piercing the hard nut of flesh and bringing a muffled scream of agony from the girl, the tears coursing down her cheeks. The pain was excruciating as he slid the thick pin all the way through and clipped it closed. A bead of blood ran down her breast, and one of the sailors brought a bottle of clear alcohol over and poured it onto the wound, staunching the blood but stinging her dreadfully in the process. Already her other nipple was being prepared, the ice bringing it to hardness whilst the man opened the pin. Seconds later another steel pin was being driven into Patty’s flesh, as she struggled with the laughing men.
She gazed down at herself, scarcely able to credit what they had done to her. The safety pins looked grotesque, hanging from her breasts and the pain was almost unbearable. The man took both pins in his hands and pulled at them, stretching Patty’s breasts almost conical and bringing new cries of agony from the terrified youngster.
“Those should do the trick. Get some string.”
Somebody produced a ball of string, and they threaded it through the two safety pins. Then the ends were pulled tight, squeezing Patty’s firm breasts together and bringing new waves of pain to her as the flesh of her nipples was stretched by the tension. The string was knotted, and the man stood back to admire his handiwork.
“That’s a real good job,” he said. “Get her down on the table, boys, and let’s see what she’s like.”
Patty was grabbed from all sides, her naked body slammed down onto the hard table, her arms and legs pinned. Meanwhile the sailor was stripping off his pants, and releasing his cock. It was already swollen, and he knelt up on the table.
“First some juice, baby,” he said. “Suck it.”
Patty eyed his knob with distaste, but when she saw his eyes narrow she knew she must obey. He thrust his erection between her lips. Patty fought down her disgust and began to suck it, feeling it swell still larger as she licked at it with her tongue.
He drove his thick cock back and forth in her mouth for some time. When he pulled it out it was stiff as iron and gleaming with saliva.
“Right, slut. Time for your first tit-fuck.”
“Yeah, give it to the whore.”
“Make the bitch squeal.”
He positioned himself astride her belly, his weight driving the wind from her. Then he moved up, and she felt his glans nuzzling against her breasts.
He pushed, and she gave a fresh scream of pain as he forced his cock between her tethered breasts, putting still more tension on her stinging nipples as his thick shaft drove through her cleavage. He gazed down at her pain-wracked face and grinned.
“Shit that feels good,” he said.
He began thrusting hard at her, making her lovely breasts shake back and forth as his cock drove between them. Every thrust brought new pain to the youngster as his companions urged him on, laughing at her cries of pain and at the way the flesh of her nipples was stretched so cruelly.
He came with a grunt, sending spurts of hot, slimy semen over Patty’s face, coating her cheeks and lips as it gushed from the end of his throbbing penis. Patty tried to spit the substance away from her mouth, but inevitably ended up drinking some. When the man astride her saw this he slapped her breasts.
“Fucking lick it off, bitch.”
Her stomach churning, the beautiful young girl did as she was told, licking the substance from about her lips.
“See? The whore likes it!” cried another of the pirates. “Move over, it’s my turn.”
Patty cried out in protest. Her breasts were already on fire with pain, and she felt she couldn’t take any more. But the men ignored her pleas, as the second seaman jumped astride her naked body and pressed his erection between her young breasts.
No sooner had he begun to thrust, than she felt her thighs pulled apart and another thick cock pressing against the entrance to her vagina. The flesh there was tender from the repeated rapes she had experienced the night before as well as from the two men who had violated her in her cell. Now, as he pressed his cock deep into her vagina, new pains assailed her.
Patty closed her eyes, trying to blot what was happening from her mind. Two days ago she had been a normal teenager, looking forward to returning to school with her friends. Now she had been transformed into something cheap and shameful, no more than a naked sex toy to these crude, unfeeling men who enjoyed wreaking pain upon her, piercing her young flesh and using her body for their own cruel gratification. She had never dreamed that she might, some day, satisfy the desires of two men at once, yet here she was, stretched naked in a crowded room, allowing these men to use her as they liked.
This time, when the man between her breasts came, they made her open her mouth, cheering as the gobs of semen flew into it, as well as splashing on her face and chin. Even as she was swallowing the thick fluid, more of it was being pumped deep into her vagina by the man who was fucking her. Moments later two more men were violating her beautiful young body
Patty had no idea how long her ordeal went on. Soon the whole experience was an endless blur of pain as man after man used her, until she could scarcely see for the semen that covered her face, another steady stream leaking from her vagina. Twice she passed out, and twice was revived by having a bucket of icy water thrown over her before the rapes began again.
At last, though, they had had their fill, and she was taken back to her cell, dragged there by a rope about her neck. They tossed her inside, slamming the door and locking her in.
Patty dragged herself to her feet and staggered into the bathroom. Her face was worse than ever, bruised and tear-stained, still coated with semen, her breasts still bound together in the ugliest way imaginable. She wanted to shower, and to release the bonds from her nipples, but she scarcely had the energy. Instead she dropped to the floor and unconsciousness swept over her.

Chapter 10

The voyage on the pirate ship went on for more than a week. A week during which Patty’s will was slowly broken down by the men. A week of pain and humiliation such as she had never imagined possible.
She was kept stark naked by her captors at all times, her lovely young body on constant display. This meant that, at any time, she might find male hands pawing at her soft breasts or sliding between her legs and penetrating her sex. She soon learned that to protest was useless. A punch in the stomach or a slap across her face or breasts was the usual response. Twice more she was whipped for minor misdemeanors, a show which none of the crew wanted to miss, their merciless laughter ringing in her ears as they flogged her naked body.
Every evening she was summoned to the saloon, where she was forced to wait on her captors in the nude, before the inevitable violent rape. They began using her during the day as well, making her scrub the decks, insisting that she work with her legs well spread, slapping her bare backside if they considered she wasn’t showing enough. One day they tied her kneeling to the ship’s rail and she was forced to suck off any passing sailor who had a whim to stuff his cock in her mouth, pinching her nipples and pulling her hair as he spurted his spunk down her throat. On another they attached biting clamps to her nipples, hanging weights from them and making her walk about the ship with her breasts painfully stretched whilst they mocked her discomfort.
Occasionally she would be summoned to the skipper’s cabin, where he would have his way with her in private, often preferring to fuck her asshole as she bent across his desk. The only man who disdained to use her body was Joseph, although the Irishman would often watch as she was raped, suggesting new indignities and humiliations to the enthusiastic crew members.
Then, one morning, Patty woke to an eerie silence. For a while she lay on her mattress, wondering what was happening. It seemed strange not to hear the throb of the vessel’s engines. Soon other unaccustomed sounds met her ears. The sound of voices speaking a strange language, and of footsteps on the deck above her.
Patty had no way of knowing what time it was in the darkness of her cell, but the occasional arrival of meals gave her some idea as the day wore on. Apart from the meals, slipped wordlessly through a hatch, she had no other human contact that day, something for which she was grateful. For the young captive, human contact now just meant a stiff cock in her cunt, backside or mouth, often accompanied by physical punishment. Compared to that, a long day alone in her cell was infinitely preferable.
She estimated that it was evening when she heard the key turn in the lock. She braced herself for the nightly ordeal in the saloon, wondering if the sailor sent to fetch her would rape her first. She could scarcely credit that she could consider such a thing without total hysteria. It seemed that the young, proud girl who had been taken aboard the ship only a few short days before had been replaced by a submissive sex slave, only too familiar with the smell and taste of a man’s spunk. She rose to her feet, her hands hanging at her side as she braced herself for what was to follow.
However, for once she didn’t find herself being dragged out by some sex-hungry man. Instead she saw Joseph standing in the doorway. He had something in his hand, and he held it out to her.
“You’ve got thirty minutes. Use these.”
He handed her a small bundle, then was gone, locking the door behind him.
Patty looked at what she held. It was a rolled-up towel. She knelt down by her mattress and unrolled it. Inside was soap, shampoo and scent, along with a small cotton top. There was also a brush and comb. It looked as if they wanted to smarten her up.
For a moment she considered rebelling. After all, why should she do this? Then she thought of the lash, and realized that she had no choice.
She turned on the shower and began washing her naked body. It was quality soap, unlike the cheap stuff they had made her use up until now, and it felt good on her soft young flesh. The shampoo, too was good quality, and she lathered her auburn locks with it, washing out the filth of the ship.
When she had done, she dried herself and spent nearly ten minutes combing the knots from her locks. Then she splashed on some scent and returned to her cell.
She picked up the top. It was made of a thin, almost gauze-like material. She slipped it over her head. It fitted tightly, clinging to the smooth curve of her breasts. The neckline was cut low, revealing a substantial portion of her orange-shaped orbs. The shirt was very short, falling to no more than an inch below her chest. So thin was the material that the shape and color of her luscious brown nipples was clearly visible through it. She wondered why there was nothing to cover her sex and backside. Surely it didn’t make sense just to put this top on her? She couldn’t possibly be expected to leave the ship in this state, could she? Perhaps Joseph had just forgotten it.
Moments later the key turned in the lock once more, and the youngster wrapped the towel about her waist, watching nervously as the door opened.
It was Joseph, with Arkash standing beside him. The black man had not fucked her since that first day, but she had often caught him watching with interest as the other crew members heaped new indignities upon her. Now he eyed her, the intensity of his gaze making the blood rise in her cheeks.
“Take off the towel,” ordered Joseph. “You won’t be needing it.”
“But you forgot to give me something to put on underneath.”
“Lose the fucking towel, I said.”
There was an edge to his voice that the teenager had heard before, and she dared not disobey. Her hands pulled at the towel, and it dropped to the floor, revealing the neat, dark triangle of her pubic hair.
That’s better. Turn around and put your hands behind you.”
“What’s happening?” she asked.
Joseph drew back his arm. “Don’t you know an order when you hear one, whore?”
Patty obeyed at once, putting her hands behind her. Moments later she felt thick, rough rope being wrapped about her wrists, biting into the skin as Arkash tightened it.
Only once her wrists were securely tied behind her was she led from her cell. Despite the fact that her breasts were covered for the first time in a week, she felt more exposed than ever as she padded along between her captors.
They stepped out onto the deck, and she saw the place for the very first time. It was early evening, but the sun had not yet set, and she was able to survey the harbor in which they were moored. It was a scruffy place, the dockside littered with junk, the buildings neglected and rusting. There were few people about, and none seemed to be looking toward the pirate ship, much to her relief. There was an old, battered car parked at the bottom of the gangplank. At the wheel was a black man, sitting reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarette. Patty hung back as she realized that that was where they were going, but a sharp whack on her bare backside from Arkash told her that they would broach no disobedience.
At the sound of the crack of palm on flesh, the driver looked up, and a grin spread across his face as he saw that Patty wore nothing below the waist. His eyes fixed on her crotch, and she blushed hotly as she approached the car, wishing that the earth would swallow her up and she would be spared this new humiliation.
Arkash opened the door and beckoned to her to enter. She did so. The car was swelteringly hot inside, and the plastic upholstery threatened to burn her skin as she settled her bare bottom onto the rear seat. Joseph, meanwhile, had gone around the other side, so she was trapped between the two burly sailors. Then Arkash said something she didn’t understand to the driver and he engaged the gears with a grinding noise, making the car jerk into motion.
They negotiated a number of dirt tracks, then, to the sound of motor horns, pulled onto a metalled road and accelerated away.
Patty looked out the car windows, wondering where she could be. Most of the people walking, and some of the drivers were black. There were a number of lighter skinned people too, who Patty took to be Arabs. The cars they drove were in better condition than those driven by the black people. Occasionally she would spot a much more upmarket car, usually clean and sleek, and, to her surprise, some of the drivers were clearly European.
She guessed she was somewhere in Africa, though there were few clues to exactly where. Many of the road signs were in English, though, as were the occasional advertising hoardings. When she had been about twelve, her mother had taken her to Kenya on safari, and she had seen the same preponderance of English there. She surmised that this must be another ex-colony, though it was in a very dilapidated state.
They came to a large town. The streets were busier here, and she was relieved to have been allowed to wear the top, as people gazed through the windows of the car at its occupants. The road here was in a very bad state of repair and the driver was often forced to swerve across the road to avoid a pothole, amid the blaring horns of the oncoming drivers.
All around was squalor. The shops were simply open fronts with a few meager goods on display. Most people were on foot. The buildings were very run down indeed, and the sight of fire damage and boarded up windows spoke of an infrastructure in deep decline. Patty sat silently between her captors, her wrists smarting from the rope that bound her, her heart pounding as she wondered where she was being taken.
At last the car came to a halt outside a high-walled compound. The gates were guarded by two men in ragged khaki, each holding a rifle. They spoke a few words to the driver, then one of them thrust his head through the rear window. His jaw dropped when he saw that Patty’s crotch was bare, and then his face spread into a broad grin. He and Arkash exchanged a few words in a language that was incomprehensible to Patty, then the gates were opened and they went inside.
The compound was very big, with a number of buildings within its perimeter. The sun had gone down by now, but the entire area was floodlit, making it seem like daylight. The high walls were topped with coils of barbed wire. Patty’s heart sank as she realized that the place was fortified like a prison.
The car drew to a halt in front of one of the buildings. This one was rather more imposing than the rest, with a wide stone staircase leading up to double doors. The concrete was cracked, though and the brickwork showed signs of age. Some of the windows were boarded up, too, adding to the overall sense of neglect that seemed to permeate everything she had seen.
Arkash pushed the door open and climbed out, then beckoned the youngster to follow him. It wasn’t easy with her hands tied behind her, but Patty managed to slide across the seat and step out onto the gravel. She could sense the eyes upon her as she stood there in her undressed state, her eyes cast down in embarrassment.
The men took her up the stairs. Two black guards with rifles stood at the door, their gazes running over the young white girl’s body. Arkash spoke to them, and they opened the doors, beckoning them to enter.
Inside was a large entrance hall, which had once been lavishly furnished, but was now less opulent. The thick carpet was worn bare in placed, the furniture shabby, the walls darkened by grime, with the occasional light patch where once a picture had hung. Patty guessed that this had once been an important building, an ambassador’s residence perhaps, but that it had been abandoned some time ago.
Inside, sitting at a desk, was another man in khaki, his rifle on the table in front of him. Arkash approached him and spoke a few words. He pressed a button and two more men in makeshift uniforms appeared. The man nodded at Patty and gave an order. At once one of the two newcomers unslung his rifle and leveled it at her belly. He moved his head, beckoning her to follow him. She looked across at Joseph.
“Go with them,” he said. “Be sure to obey.”
Patty was feeling very frightened as she was led away by the militiamen. It would have been bad enough had she been clothed. Here, with her crotch and bottom bare, in this strange, run-down place she could think of nothing more frightening than to find herself at the mercy of these gunmen.
She threw a last glance over her shoulder at Joseph and Arkash, who were being shown through a door on the other side, then she was led out of the entrance hall and down a corridor.
All at once, what little luxury that had been evident in the entrance hall was gone. The floor was of bare stone, the passage illuminated by a single electric lamp. The men hurried her along, pressing their rifle barrels against her bare bottom, the cold, hard metal making her shiver.
They opened a door and pushed her inside. It was a kind of guardroom, with a gun cabinet on the far side and a single, plain table surrounded by hard-backed chairs. On another wall hung tools of restraint, along with an assortment of canes and whips, which Patty eyed with some trepidation. There were empty beer bottles on the table, as well as ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts.
The first of the guards took the girl by the shoulder and swung her round to face him. He was tall, well over six feet, with a beer belly and dark, impenetrable eyes. On his shoulder were emblazoned sergeant’s stripes, and she guessed he was the superior of the two. When he spoke she could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“So, little white slut, you’re coming to Sharma’s house? You like to fuck with black men?”
Patty said nothing, her eyes not meeting his. She had expected to remain with Joseph and Arkash. This drunken soldier frightened her even more than the pirates.
“Lost your tongue? Let me see your tits.”
He reached out for her, but Patty backed away.
“Umboko. Show this slut your gun,” the sergeant barked.
The other soldier raised his rifle, pulling back the lock with a click. He placed the barrel against the side of the teenager’s head.
“Now keep still,” barked the sergeant.” Umboko’s gun has a sensitive trigger.”
Patty stood, trembling at the sensation of the cold metal pressed against her temple. She eyed the grinning Umboko watching in terror as he wrapped his finger about the trigger.
The sergeant approached her again, and this time she dare not move. He took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing her firm, plump breasts. With her arms trapped behind her and the gun at her head, there was nothing Patty could do to stop him as he took them in his hands and began to squeeze them roughly. He pinched the large nipples between his finger and thumb, making her wince as the pain of the piercings came back to her. The sight of her discomfort made him grin with delight.
“When I was young, white man was boss,” he said, twisting her nipple once more. “Treat black man very bad. Now black man is boss, right?”
He squeezed her nipple hard, sending shooting pains through her.
“Right?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And white girl is just good for sucking black man’s dick, right?”
“Yes.”
“You say it.”
“I… I’m just good for sucking a black man’s dick.”
He laughed heartily, and said something to his companion. Then he grabbed the girl and spun her round, pushing her forward over the table, knocking the beer bottles aside. Patty’s face slammed down against the hard wood, her breasts pressed flat against the smooth surface.
Don’t try nothing silly,” ordered the sergeant. “The gun will be on you, just feel.”
He kicked her ankles apart and she felt him take hold of the rounded cheeks of her backside, her face crimson as she imagined him studying her private parts. Then she gave a start. Something hard and cold was pressing against her anus.
She tightened the muscles of her sphincter as she felt the gun barrel press against it. The soldier pushed harder and she gave a cry as she felt the long, cold barrel penetrate her, the sights at the tip scraping painfully over her young flesh as he rammed it home.
Patty moaned in a mixture of pain, terror and embarrassment. She thought of the long, black metal tube pressing deeper and deeper into her rectum, and of the man’s finger still on the trigger, biting her lip with the pain as he twisted it inside her.
Then the sergeant was standing by her head again.
“Better you not struggle too much,” he said. “Don’t want a bullet up your ass.”
He reached down and opened his fly. Patty felt her heart sink as he pulled out his already hardening cock. It seemed that no man respected her any more. They all saw her as nothing more than a sex object, a receptacle for their semen, heedless of her own wants or desires.
Even as these thoughts were passing through her mind the sergeant pressed his penis against her lips.
“Here is the cock you asked for,” he grinned. “Now suck it like the trashy white whore you are. And suck good, or that gun might go off.”
As if to emphasize the point, she felt Umboko twist the gun barrel inside her backside once again, bringing another moan from her.
She opened her mouth and took the sergeant’s cock inside. It was still not fully erect but, as she began to suck it, she felt it swell between her lips. It tasted foul, as if the drunken slob of a soldier had not bathed for some time, but her situation gave her no choice, and she sucked dutifully at it as he began to fuck her face with vigor.
As he did so, the soldier began a similar movement with his rifle, moving the barrel back and forth inside her rectum, bringing tears to her eyes from the pain.
She wondered if this was the nadir of her existence, bent naked over a dirty table in an African barrack room with a rifle barrel rammed up her ass and a thick, black cock between her lips. Certainly she knew she would never be able to live down the shame of what she was doing.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a torrent of sperm suddenly filling her mouth, almost choking her. She swallowed the hot, viscous fluid, still trying to suck as more and more pumped from the sergeant’s throbbing cock. He went on ramming it between her lips until he was spent. Then he pulled out, grinning down at his lovely young captive, still impaled on the end of the rifle like some rare insect specimen.
At that moment the telephone rang, the shrill sound making Patty jump. The sergeant picked it up and spoke into it, then turned to the girl.
“It is time,” he said. “Mr Sharma is ready to see you.”

Chapter 11
Patty’s heart was beating so hard that she felt sure it must be audible to her two guards as she padded down the corridor back toward the entrance hall. The sergeant had wiped the spunk from her face and hair and the ash stains from her breasts and belly, then pulled down her top over her breasts once more before ordering her from the room. From his attention to detail, Patty guessed that her treatment at the hands of the two guards would not have been sanctioned by the man she was being taken to. The sergeant had simply been opportunist. Now, as she winced at her pain in her anus, she wished she had been less submissive. What was becoming of her, she wondered, that she could so easily be forced to fellate this drunken, unwashed stranger whilst his companion forced a rifle barrel into her backside?
They crossed the entrance hall and went down another passage. In contrast to the one leading to the guardroom this was carpeted, though the same air of neglect hung over it as the entrance.
They halted outside double doors, and the sergeant knocked. A voice from within bade them enter, and he pushed the doors open, shoving the unfortunate teenager into the room in front of him.
The room was large and brightly lit. Unlike the hallway, there were still pictures on the wall, and the furnishings seemed in relatively good repair. On the far side of the room, ranged about a fireplace, were three easy chairs. Two of them were occupied by Joseph and Arkash. In the third was a man she had never seen before. He was dark-skinned, about fifty years old, of Arab appearance. He had a large, dark moustache, and his eyes were hidden by sunglasses. He wore an expensive suit and puffed on a fat cigar. On the table in front of the men were brandy glasses.
Patty was led across the room until she was standing directly in front of the stranger. The two guards took up station behind her.
“There you are, Sharma,” said Joseph. “Very pretty, don’t you agree?”
“Mmm. Not bad,” replied the Arab. “I’m sure she’d be fine. I just don’t think I need her.”
“But surely you can’t say no? Girls like that don’t become available very often. She has a nice tight little cunt. Spread your legs girl and show him what you’ve got.”
Patty glanced at him. Every fiber of her being revolted against the idea of displaying herself to this man. Then she felt the barrel of Umboko’s gun sliding between her thighs, pressing them apart and, reluctantly, she obeyed.
“Wider!” ordered Joseph. “Spread your damned legs girl!”
Patty obeyed, moving her legs wide apart so that the men could study her labia.
“That’s all very well,” said Sharma. He spoke English with barely a trace of an accent, and Patty guessed that he had probably been educated in England. “The trouble is I’m moving out of the slavery business. Drugs are much more profitable, and much less trouble. I sold off all my local girls last month. All I’ve got left is that damned German bitch. These Western girls just don’t obey like the locals.”
“This one will. Besides, she only has to see what happens if she doesn’t behave.”
Sharma smiled. “That’s a good point,” he said. “Your timing is excellent. The German’s leaving us tomorrow.”
“There you go then. Invite this one along to watch.”
Sharma rose to his feet. “I need a better look,” he said. “Get that damned top off her and let me see the bitch’s tits.”
The sergeant moved round in front of Patty and reached for her top.
“Listen Sir,” blurted out the youngster, suddenly. “I don’t know who you are, but my mother is a wealthy woman and…”
Smack!
The backhanded blow from the sergeant caught her on the cheekbone, sending her reeling across the room and slamming into the floor.
“Speak when you spoken to, slut!” ordered the burly black man. “Now get over here.”
Patty lay where she was for a moment, dazed by the ferocity of the blow.
“Get up, I said.”
“Ugh!”
Patty grunted in pain as the soldier’s boot crashed into her stomach, driving the breath from her lungs. Then she was being roughly grabbed and dragged to her feet. They pulled her across the room and stood her in front of the three men again. She swayed slightly, tasting blood in her mouth, still shocked by the viciousness of the attack.
This time she stayed silent as the sergeant reached for the last vestige of her modesty. In the guard room he had merely pulled the top up, but now he ripped the flimsy garment apart, tossing the ragged remains to his subordinate. Patty was totally nude now, her lovely breasts jutting forward, the pert nipples quivering slightly, her face crimson.
“Hmm, not bad at all,” remarked Sharma.” Have her tits ever been whipped?”
“No,” said Joseph. “We can whip them now, if you want.”
At that moment the door to the room crashed open and a small figure dashed inside.
“Uncle Sharma! Uncle Sharma! Have you seen…”
It was a boy, about thirteen years old. He was black, like the sergeant, but much better dressed than any of the black people Patty had encountered up until now. He stopped short, staring at her nude body, his eyes wide.
“Ah, Toto,” said Sharma. “You really will have to learn to knock before coming into a room. Gentlemen this is my adopted son, Toto. His family wee killed during the civil war. I found him running with a street gang and I took him in.”
“Who is she, Uncle?” asked the boy. “Why hasn’t she got any clothes on? Isn’t she ashamed to be standing there in front of you like that?”
Sharma laughed. “She should be. She’s nobody, Toto. Just a piece of trash. She’s the sort of woman that will let men use her as they want. See how she doesn’t contradict me? See how she keeps her legs spread, like a cheap whore?
Patty listened to this in silence, too afraid of the sergeant’s wrath to reply to the totally unfair remarks Sharma was making. She looked at the boy, who was eyeing her with a mixture of contempt and interest, She could see the bulge at his crotch, and she knew he was being aroused by the sight of her naked body. Under normal circumstances she would have thought him a cheeky brat and driven him away with a contemptuous remark. Now, however, things were very different, and she was obliged to stand here, legs apart, allowing him to stare at her charms.
Toto laughed. “Can I slap her bottom Uncle?” he asked.
“Certainly. We were just debating whether to have her breasts whipped. Let’s see how she behaves.”
The boy came up close to the nude white girl and drawing back his arm, gave her a hard slap on the behind. It stung the youngster, but not nearly as much as her pride was hurt by the manner in which she was being treated.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The boy continued to strike the pale, bare flesh of Patty’s backside, making the skin glow red and causing her to bite her lip as he struck the same spot again and again.
“There,” said the boy, triumphantly. “That should teach you not to walk around with no clothes on.”
“Apologize to the boy for offending him,” said Joseph.
Patty gritted her teeth. Wasn’t being slapped by the boy bad enough? Did she really have to humiliate herself further? Then she thought of the tit-whipping she had been threatened with, and her defiance dissolved.
“I’m sorry for having no clothes on,” she said to the boy, who laughed with glee.
“See?” said Joseph. “She’s perfect.”
Sharma nodded. “She has potential. Let me talk to her alone for awhile.”
“Sure, C’mon Arkash, let’s go find ourselves a beer in the kitchen.”
Patty watched the two of them leave. Whilst both scared her a lot, this man scared her even more, and she really didn’t want to be left alone with him and the boy.
The door closed, and Sharma rose to his feet and moved across to where the nude teenager was standing. She eyed him with some trepidation, looking for some sign of compassion in his eyes and finding none.
“All right,” he said. “If I am to buy you, you must understand what is expected of a slave in my house.”
The very words sent a chill through the teenager’s heart. Buy her? Slave? These were not terms she wanted to hear.
He reached out a hand and cupped her bare breast, making her shrink back from him.
Slap!
He struck her across the face with the flat of his hand, knocking her to the floor. Toto laughed aloud at the sight of her sprawling with her legs open.
“First rule!” Sharma barked. “You never flinch from a man’s touch. Your body is there for the use of men from now on. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, your breasts. Their sole purpose is to gratify men. You will give them willingly and without question. If I see you try to avoid a man’s touch, you’ll get twenty lashes. Do you understand me?”
Patty stared up at him in fear. “Yes Sir,” she said quietly.
“Stand up, slut.”
She rose to her feet again.
“Legs spread! Never stand with your legs together again.”
Reluctantly Patty spread her legs, her cheeks glowing as the two guards looked on.
“You.” Sharma turned to Umboko. “Check if her cunt is wet or not.”
The soldier grinned and put down his gun. Patty watched him approach her, her skin crawling at the thought of his touch. Still, she remembered Sharma’s threat, and stood firm, her muscles tense as he reached down between her legs.
He slid a finger into her vagina, and she gritted her teeth as she felt him explore the most private part of her body.
“Do whores like that?” asked the boy.
“Of course, replied Sharma. “Only cheap white whores, though.” He moved close to Patty, lowering his voice. “Look as if you’re enjoying it,” he whispered. “A true whore would thrust her hips forward and moan with pleasure.”
Patty felt the tears well up in her eyes, but she did as she was told, pressing her hips forward and down on the man’s finger and emitting a moaning noise, much to the obvious amusement of Toto.
“That’s better,” Sharma murmured in her ear. “In future you will encourage men to finger your cunt. Understand?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Do it. And make it convincing to the boy, or you’ll get that tit-whipping.”
Patty looked at the grinning Umboko. She started to speak, but no words would come. She cleared her throat.
“Please do it harder,” she said.
“Do what?” asked the soldier.
Patty looked despairingly at Sharma.
“Finger me harder,” she said. “Finger my cunt harder. It feels so good.”
“Make it more convincing,” said Sharma.”
Patty felt her cheeks glow as she continued.
“Gosh that feels good,” she moaned. “I love having a man’s finger in my cunt.”
“Fake an orgasm.” Sharma said quietly.
She stared at Sharma once more.
“But I’ve never…”
“Sure you have. You’ve masturbated before, haven’t you? Or at least seen it in the movies.”
Patty’s face glowed. Summoning up all her courage she pressed her hips down once more, rotating them in a lewd dance of lust as she moaned aloud.
“Mmmm,” she gasped. “That feels great.”
She began to thrust down harder, her breasts shaking as she did so. Then she cried aloud.
“O God. I’m coming. Ahhh!”
She made it seem as convincing as she could, her hips thrust forward, her knees bent, continuing to drive down on the soldier’s finger as her cries echoed about the room.
“Leave her,” Said Sharma suddenly.
The black man withdrew his fingers from her vagina, wiping them on her belly, leaving a sheen of dampness on her fair skin.
“You see what I mean?” he said to the boy.
Toto laughed. “She is indeed shameless, Uncle.”
The words rang in Patty’s ears, her cheeks scarlet, the awful display she had been forced to make leaving her disgrace and humiliation complete.
“Better run along now, Toto,” he said.
“All right, Uncle, but if you do whip her, can I watch?”
“Certainly. Now off you go, I have business to discuss.”
The boy stole a final glance at Patty, running his eyes down over her jutting breasts and open crotch. Then he turned and ran laughing from the room.
Sharma turned to her again.
“Now understand I’m buying you in order to make money for me. The men I give you to will pay well for your services. Their demands will be great and I insist you meet them. Naturally the superintendent of police will need to be paid off. He will take great pleasure in taking you into custody for a week on some trumped up charge. Have you ever been in a police cell before?”
“No Sir.”
“He has a remarkably well equipped interrogation room. He’ll wire up your breasts and cunt to an electric shock machine and watch you dance. He’ll stretch you on a rack and whip you till you bleed. Then, when he and his soldiers have finished fucking your every orifice, you’ll be thrown into his cells. The rats and cockroaches down there are unpleasant, but not nearly as bad as the scum you’ll share your cell with. Murders, rapists and desperadoes. Men who haven’t seen a woman in weeks, especially a lovely young white girl.”
Patty listened with disbelief, her stomach churning. Surely he was just telling her this to scare her?
“Then there’s the doctor, who’ll keep you from getting pregnant, or abort when you are. He has a penchant for German Shepherd dogs. He’ll enjoy watching you down on all fours getting fucked by one of them.”
Patty opened her mouth to protest, but caught Sharma’s eye and closed it again. What he was suggesting was more awful than her worst ever nightmares. And still he was talking.
“As my slave you will wear no clothes at any time. It amuses me to have the servants and the urchins see a naked white woman. They have long been told that all Western women are sluts, and your total lack of modesty will be confirmation for them.”
“You must understand that your sole use from here on is to satisfy the desires of men. Your breasts, cunt ass and mouth are just fuck meat. I don’t know your name, and I don’t want to know. From now on you have no name. You are just a cock receptacle. You will learn that your one task in life is to worship men’s cocks and the semen that comes from them. To that end, every meal you eat under my roof will be garnished with semen. I will have one of the servants ejaculate over your plate before it is served to you, so that you become completely accustomed to eating men’s spunk.”
Patty felt the nausea rise inside her at this disgusting revelation, but still she dared not speak.
Sharma took hold of her breast. This time she fought the urge to shrink back from him, standing still as a rock as he pinched and twisted her nipple.
“You will earn money by being hired out to rich men, who will do whatever they want with you. If they scar you, they will simply have to pay me more money for devaluing you. In addition you will be filmed carrying out the most debauched acts imaginable, as well as being whipped and tortured. Men will pay very good money to buy these films. In short, you will obey my every whim without question. Do you understand?
“Yes Sir,” she whispered.
“He nodded, then turned to the sergeant.
“Fetch my guests.”
When Joseph and Arkash returned, Sharma was waiting for them by the door.
“The merchandise would appear to be satisfactory,” he said. “Come up to my study and we’ll discuss a price over a glass of fine wine.” He turned to the sergeant. “Put the bitch in the cell next door to the other girl. Let them talk together.”
“Yes Sir.”
The sergeant grabbed Patty’s arm and propelled her stumbling from the room. He led her back to the entrance hall and out of the building. Patty felt very conspicuous indeed as she walked naked across the open courtyard, only too aware of the eyes fixed on her breasts, which bounced deliciously in rhythm with her step. She stared down at the ground, unwilling to catch the eye of the guards who milled about, though she could hear the coarse remarks they were making.
They approached a long, low building, with high, barred windows running along the walls. A sentry stood by the door at one end, and he unlocked it as they approached. Inside it was brightly lit by strip lamps, and Patty saw that the whole of one side of the building consisted of metal cages. Most were empty, but in one or two she could see huddled, ragged bodies on mattresses. The air was oppressively hot, and stank of human odors. Patty was taken down to the end, and the door to one of the cages was swung open. The sergeant paused to free her arms, then pushed her inside, slamming the heavy door behind her. The walls of the cage on three sides were iron bars, the only furnishings a bucket and a mattress. Patty looked about her in dismay, wishing they had left her something to wear. The sergeant and his deputy took one final look at her, then made their way back up the passageway, where Patty heard the door clang shut.
She stood for a moment. Rubbing her wrists, trying to restore the circulation. Then she heard a voice close by. A woman’s voice.
“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

Chapter 12
The voice was coming from the cage that adjoined the one in which Patty was standing, and the youngster watched in amazement as the woman rose from the mattress. She was a white woman, taller than Patty and older, in her early twenties she estimated. She wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, with tennis shoes on her feet. She eyed Patty with interest, and the girl felt her cheeks redden as the woman took in her charms. In an instinctive reaction Patty covered herself with her hands as best she could.
“So who are you? When did they bring you in?” The girl spoke excellent English, but with a noticeable German accent.
“I… My name is Patty. I was kidnapped from my stepfather’s ship.”
“Hmm. Come closer. Let me see you.”
The woman had a confident air about her, and Patty found herself obeying, wishing fervently that she wasn’t naked.
“So why are you in the nude?”
Th-they took my clothes. On the ship. I was only wearing bikini bottoms and a blouse. They stripped me and I don’t know what happened to them.”
“Did they rape you?”
Patty lowered her eyes. “Yes.” she whispered.
“Those bastards. All men are alike. They just want to fuck. Didn’t you fight them?”
“I tried. There were lots of them. They held me down.”
“And now you’ve ended up with that bastard Sharma.”
“Have you been here very long?”
“About three months I think. I’m not sure. I got my bag stolen in Morocco. The guy who helped me said he was a policeman. Turns out he worked for Sharma. They drugged me and brought me here. My name’s Stefi, by the way.”
“What do they want of us, Stefi?”
“To use us. Or to use our bodies really. You’ve got to fight them Patty.”
“How? They’re strong, with whips and ropes and guns. What can I do?
“Fight it. I’ve just refused to co-operate all the way. They’ve whipped me and hit me and threatened, but every time they send me to a customer I refuse to play ball.”
“A customer?”
“Sure. Rich men. Men who fancy the chance to use and abuse a girl. Especially a white girl. White girls are prime meat around here.”
“And you resisted?”
“Damned right I did. No man tells me what to do. Every time, when I came back, they’d beat me and punish me, but I just did the same thing next time.”
“But didn’t the pain make you obey?”
Stefi smiled. “Some girls are not like that. I can take their punishment. My girlfriend used to whip me back home. That was for fun. Now I just imagine it’s her trying to turn me on.”
Patty stared in disbelief at the young German. She couldn’t imagine receiving punishment for fun.
“So what’s happening to you?”
“I’m getting out of here tomorrow. They finally gave up on me. I reckon they must have negotiated with my daddy. I told them all along he was very rich. They’re not admitting it, but I reckon they’ve settled on a ransom. All I know is that I leave this place tomorrow.”
“I-I’m not sure I could take the beatings so well.”
The older woman looked at her. “Come here,” she said. “Come right up to the bars.”
Nervously Patty moved toward the woman until they were face to face.
`”Take your hands away. Let me see you.”
Patty dropped her eyes. “I don’t want to,” she said.
“Come on,” urged Stefi. “Let me see you properly.
Patty eyed the girl, confused. She understood that the men drooled over her luscious body, but why did this woman want to see her?
“Come on,” the woman repeated.
Slowly Patty let her hands fall to her sides, her cheeks glowing hotly as she felt the woman’s eyes upon her.
“You’re beautiful,” said the German girl. She reached through the bars and placed a hand on Patty’s bare shoulder. Then she started to pull her closer.
“What are you doing?” asked the youngster.
“These damned men,” said Stefi. “Don’t they disgust you? A woman’s feelings run much deeper than that. She caught hold of Patty’s other shoulder, pulling her forward so that her naked body was pressed against the cold prison bars. Patty tried to draw back, but the German’s grip was strong. Then she leaned forward and placed her lips over Patty’s.
The youngster tried to resist, but Stefi was insistent, her tongue snaking into Patty’s mouth as she pulled her closer. Patty had never imagined kissing another woman in this intimate manner, the scent and taste of Stefi as alien to her as had been that of the men who had raped her. Then Stefi’s arm was around her waist, holding her hard against the bars whilst her hand began to explore her breasts, squeezing them with a softness to her touch that was quite different from the way the men mauled at her soft globes.
Patty let her body relax slightly, aware of the way her young body was responding to the woman’s touch, but still not understanding it. Then Stefi’s fingers left her breasts and began probing between her legs, stroking her clitoris and bringing an unexpected sensation of pleasure to Patty. For the first time she felt the glow of arousal, and she moaned softly as Stefi slipped a finger into her vagina.
“No!”
Patty pulled her mouth away from the German girl’s and, with a massive effort, wrenched herself out of the woman’s clutches. “No, you mustn’t it’s wrong.”
The German girl laughed. “You prefer a man’s hands on you?”
“No. I mean, two women shouldn’t… It’s wrong that’s all. Why does everyone just want to use me like an object?”
Stefi shook her head. “You were enjoying it. I could tell.”
Patty wrapped her arms about herself once more edging to the back of her cage. Why was it nobody wanted her for herself? Why did they all want to use her body for their own pleasure?
She looked across at Stefi.
“I’m going to sleep now. Please leave me alone.”
The German girl shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just remember what I said. Resist them. You’ll know it works when you see me leave in the morning.”
Patty dropped down onto the mattress. It was stained, and had a strange smell about it, but she was too tired to care. Moments later her eyes were closed and she was asleep.

Chapter 13
The next morning, when Patty awoke, the sun was already streaming through the window. She had been dreaming of school, and of her friends, and it was a cruel awakening to find herself huddled naked in this awful cell, thousands of miles from home, without friends, without money, without even the basics to hide her young body.
She raised her head and peered nervously across into the next-door cage. It was empty. There was no sign of Stefi. Perhaps the German woman was right. Perhaps they were releasing her. The prospect offered little hope to the teenager. She lacked the willpower of Stefi. There was no way she could endure the pain they inflicted upon her without surrendering to their whims. She mover a hand down between her legs and stroked the soft lips of her pussy. There had been no doubting the pleasurable sensation she had felt when the German had touched her there. She knew that sex was supposed to be a pleasurable experience. But with the rough, ugly demanding men who used her body, she could feel nothing but revulsion. Worse, they seemed to sense her distaste and reveled in it, enjoying the pain and shame on her face when they raped her.
A sound at the door to her cage drew her out of her reverie. A guard was standing there. He was watching her as she continued to stroke her nether lips.
“White girl like to play with herself?”
She snatched her hand away, then immediately put it back again in an attempt to maintain some modicum of modesty before this grinning stranger. He smiled.
“You get up now,” he said. “Come wash.”
Patty rose to her feet, still hugging an arm about her breasts and covering her vagina with the flat of her hand. The guard unlocked the door.
“Out,” he said.
“Where are you taking me?”
His brow furrowed. “You not ask questions. I tell Mr Sharma you ask questions, he punish you. You be quiet, English whore.”
Patty closed her mouth. How on earth had Stefi defied these people? They scared her terribly.
The girl was taken to a crude washroom, where she was required to perform her toilet in front of the man, before showering. Then he led her to another room, where she was given a bowl of cold gruel. On top of the crust was a pool of milky liquid.
The man grinned as he saw the expression on Patty’s face.
“Kitchen assistant’s spunk,” he said. “You eat. Eat all of it.”
With extreme reluctance Patty picked up the spoon and scooped some of the spunk laden cereal into her mouth. It tasted disgusting, but Patty was too hungry to care, and she bolted it down.
The soldier took her to a mirror, and gave her a comb. As she ran it through her locks he moved close behind her and began caressing her bare breasts. Patty hated the sensation of his rough hands touching her so intimately, but she said nothing, simply combing the knots from her hair.
All at once the door opened, and Patty’s heart sank as she saw Toto standing there.
“Is the white whore ready?” he asked the soldier.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Get on your knees, slut.”
Patty eyed the youth. She hated him for his arrogant manner. He was at least three years younger than her, yet he had dominance over her. Once again the humiliation of her nakedness made her face redden.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, her face down, her arms hanging at her side.
He produced something from his pocket. It was a dog collar. He fastened it about her neck, cinching it tight. Then he attached a dog chain to it.
He tugged at the chain, jerking her to her feet. “Come,” he said. “They are waiting for you.”
Patty felt excruciatingly embarrassed as she allowed herself to be led along by the boy. Was there to be no end to this ignominy? She wondered where she was being taken. When he opened a door that led out into the sunshine she held back. Why would they allow her no clothes? How could they expect her to walk out in the open air like this, her body entirely nude?
Seeing her hesitate, the boy gave a tug at the lead, and she found herself out in the courtyard. In front of her was a battered old Land Rover, with two guards leaning against it. They stood up as they watched her approach, their faces wreathed in mocking grins.
Toto spoke to them, and one of them took Patty by the arm. He led her round to the back of the vehicle. It was open, like a pick-up truck, and he indicated she should climb over the tailgate. This she did, only too aware of the view she gave them of her open sex as she swung her leg over.
“You kneel.”
Patty knelt in the grit and dust on the vehicle’s floor. At the same time the man produced a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto her slender wrists. There was a heavy metal ring set in the back of the cab with a padlock attached and he used this to lock the dog lead to the vehicle. Then he and his companion climbed into the cab with Toto between them and, with a roar and a jerk, they were moving.
Patty watched with apprehension as they approached the gates. Surely they weren’t going to drive out of the compound with her like this? At least when they had brought her here she had been in the back of a car, and with a top to cover her breasts. Here she was totally exposed, her pale flesh on open view.
Her worst fears were realized as the vehicle stopped at the gate and waited for it to be opened. Patty was aware of the gate guards’ eyes upon her as she knelt in the back of the vehicle, and she kept her gaze glued to the floor of the Rover as they passed through and out onto the road.
They turned the opposite way from the direction she had been brought in the day before, heading away from the city, much to the relief of the youngster. She huddled down, pressing her body against the back of the cab, trying to hide her breasts from view. There was nothing she could do to conceal the fact that she was nude, though, and the horns of the passing cars made clear the appreciation of the drivers at the sight of her shapely form.
They drove for some miles along the open highway, then turned off. To Patty it was a relief to no longer have to endure the eyes of the following drivers on her shapely bare backside, but still the apprehension in her was great as they bumped along the dusty track. They were in typical African bush land here, the thick tufts of grass yellowed by the sun, the trees dry and hardy, their trunks sprouting cruel looking thorns. Occasionally a gazelle would appear in the roadway ahead, and then leap aside as the Rover approached. In normal circumstances Patty would have been charmed by the sight but under these circumstances, as the naked captive of rough strangers, she could think of nothing but what lay ahead.
All at once the trees parted and they drove into an open area. There were cars parked here, all very expensive-looking. Alongside the Mercedes and Range Rovers there were a couple of trucks too, and Land Rovers similar to the one in which she was traveling. They came to a halt beside one of these, and the engine died.
Toto climbed out of the cab and jumped into the back of the vehicle. He crouched beside her and Patty gave a jump as she felt his hand suddenly slide down the furrow of her backside and reach up between her legs, forcing them apart. She shivered as she felt the boy’s finger penetrate her vagina, probing crudely inside her, making her bite her lip as he explored her intimately. She wanted to order him to stop, but she feared Sharma’s wrath if she upset his young ward.
“You enjoy showing off your body on the highway?” he asked. “You like my fingers inside you?”
“Y-yes,” stammered the girl. “I loved letting people see me naked. It turns me on. I love having your fingers inside me, too.”
Then she saw the driver come around the side. Toto slid his finger from her, holding it up to show the guard. It was wet with her cunt juices and the two laughed aloud, the boyish laughter of Toto particularly galling to the nude captive. He caught her by the hair, pulling her head back and forcing the finger into her mouth, making her suck her vaginal secretions from it. Then, still laughing, he was removing her cuffs and dragging her down from the back of the truck.
The earth was hot and sandy beneath her bare feet, and the sensation of the sunshine on her naked body felt strange. Toto made no move to tie her hands again, allowing her to walk beside him on the lead as they set off down a track that ran from the edge of the clearing with the driver and his companion following.
Ahead, Patty heard voices. She knew there would be people, and a dread seized her as she anticipated their eyes taking in her shameful appearance. She could imagine no worse nightmare than this, being forced to mingle with normally dressed people whilst she herself wore nothing at all. She sensed the way her young breasts bounced as she walked, the nipples standing out as they always did, as if inviting the caresses of a man.
They rounded a corner, and the people came into view. There must have been about thirty of them, mainly men, but with one or two women. Most were dressed in expensive looking suits, and all were seated in canvas chairs, their back to her as she walked toward them.
There was other activity too. A number of men were handling equipment. At least two held large professional video cameras whilst others were tinkering with floodlights. The sight of these brought a new coldness to the pit of Patty’s stomach. The thought of being nude with the cameras rolling was not a pleasant one to the youngster. Then she saw something else. Something that made her stop in her tracks. There, in the middle of the clearing, in front of the rows of seats, stood Stefi. Still clad in shorts and shirt, the German woman’s hands were bound together, the rope wrapped about a tree branch above her head, so that she was obliged to stretch her body upward.
Thwack! One of Patty’s guards brought a cane down across her bare buttocks, making the youngster squeal with pain. As he did so, Toto yanked hard on her lead.
“Move on,” he ordered.
Some of the seated people had spotted Patty now, and she saw them nudge one another and point back in her direction. She felt her cheeks glow as she approached, feeling naked and vulnerable under their stares. She was surprised at the number of European faces, alongside the Arabs. There were one or two black men as well, the most noticeable an obese, sweating man in a smart police uniform. All were staring at her bare breasts and crotch, and it was all Patty could do to keep walking toward them, her hands hanging at her sides.
Sharma was sitting on the edge of the group, and he beckoned to Toto, who dragged the naked teenager over towards the man. Patty felt the dread rising in her as she padded along beside the boy, convinced that he had something unpleasant in store for her.
Patty came to a halt in front of Sharma.
“Hands on head, legs open!” ordered Toto.
Still blushing, the youngster widened her stance and placed her hands behind her head, trying not to look at Toto as the boy giggled at her humiliation.
:Good,” said Sharma. “I trust she gave you no trouble?”
The boy shook his head. “She loved the men seeing her body when we were on the highway,” he giggled. “She told me she did.”
“Hmm, she really is cheap, isn’t she?” said Sharma. “You’re just in time. Release her and have a seat beside me, Toto.”
The boy snapped off the lead, then took his seat beside Sharma.
Sharma turned to the blushing girl. “You will stand and watch the proceedings. If you are needed by any of my guests, you will oblige without hesitation. Do you understand?”
“I…Yes Sir,” she said quietly. She looked around at the guests. They were not the sort of men she might find attractive.
“These people have paid a good deal of money to be here today,” said Sharma. “Thousands of dollars. I don’t want them to be disappointed.”
Patty wondered what he could mean. Why would anyone pay that much to come and sit here in the bush?
Sharma raised his hand.
“Ngoro, begin proceedings!”
A man stepped into center stage. He was a young black man, wearing a loincloth and with rippling muscles. As he swaggered out in front of the German girl the cameramen turned their lenses toward him and a silence fell. Patty felt a wave of dread flow over her as she watched the drama begin to unfold.

Chapter 14
The murmur of conversation ceased as the man called Ngoro took center stage. He looked across to Sharma, who gave a slight nod. Then he turned to the tethered German girl.
He began to run his hands over her body, squeezing her full breasts as they strained against the thin fabric of her top. Patty saw that her nipples were hard, so that she could clearly make out their shape. The girl shouted at him, something in German that Patty couldn’t understand, and he slapped her hard across the face. Then he took hold if the neck of her T-shirt and tugged, ripping the material apart.
Ignoring her cries of protest, he pulled the tattered garment from her, leaving her naked to the waist. Patty stared at the girl. Her breasts were larger than Patty’s but were still quite firm. The nipples were large and dark brown, set high on the plump orbs. A murmur of approval went up from those watching as the man ripped the last vestiges of the shirt off her and tossed it aside.
The girl began to curse again, and her tormentor turned and shouted an order. A servant ran out holding something in his hand. As he passed Patty, she saw that it was a ball gag.
At first, Stefi refused to let them put it into her mouth, but Ngoro was too strong for her, wrenching her jaws apart whilst the servant stuffed it between her teeth. Then he was behind her, tightening the buckle and rendering the German woman speechless.
The servant made his way back to the crowd, whilst the man in the center approached Stefi again. She tried to kick him, but he was too fast for her, moving in close and grasping her about the waist. He reached down inside her shorts, and Patty could see that his hand was on her crotch. Her face red with rage she screamed a muffled protest, but Ngoro just grinned.
“You want to see the rest?” he asked the crowd.
There was a murmur of assent from those watching.
Ngoro grasped the waistband of the shorts and pulled. At once they went the same way as her shirt, simply torn off by the brawny African, leaving her totally nude in the center of the improvised stage.
Patty stared at the woman’s dark triangle of pubic hair, and the thick cunt lips beneath. She sympathized totally with the German girl, knowing only too well the shame of public nudity. She watched as the woman struggled with her bonds, her face scarlet with rage, her breasts shaking from side to side as she tugged at the rope that held her.
Then the servant was back, this time carrying a pole about a yard long with straps at each end.
Ngoro grabbed hold of one of Stefi’s feet, dragging it up behind her and holding it whilst the servant attached one of the straps to her ankle. The woman kicked out frantically, but she was no match for the pair and soon her other ankle was similarly strapped, so that her legs were forced wide apart, her feet barely touching the ground. This clearly put a lot of stress onto her wrists, pulling her body taut, her breasts stretched oval by the tension.
Now that she was strapped, there was little she could do to prevent the man feeling her up between her legs, his large fingers penetrating her vagina, bringing muffled shouts of complaint from her. He pulled the lips of her labia wide apart, and the man with the camera moved close to get a clear view of her open pussy. As they filmed, he continued to violate her body, fingering her vagina and pulling and twisting her nipples, much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Then he turned her round and beckoned to the servant once more. This time the man carried a beer bottle, which he handed to the torturer. Ngoro held it up for the crowd to see, then nodded to the servant who pulled apart the cheeks of Stefi’s backside.
Patty winced as she watched the man press the neck of the bottle against Stefi’s anus, twisting it as he did so. The German girl gave a cry as it penetrated her rectum. Ngoro went on pushing, forcing it deep inside and bringing new shrieks from the captive. He continued to press, even after the neck was fully inside her, and Patty watched in shocked disbelief as the sphincter was distended wider and wider until he was able to push the bottle all the way into her rectum, so that just the glass base showed. The German woman was clearly in agony, and Patty turned away, not wishing to see any more.
Thwack!
A cane came down across her bare buttocks, and she looked down to see that Toto was holding it, grinning up at her.
“You watch!” ordered the boy.
Patty turned back to the scene in the center of the clearing. Once again the men with cameras were moving in to capture the torture on film, focusing on the base of the bottle that stretched the woman’s anus so cruelly. Her tormentor had picked up something from the ground, and Patty’s eyes widened as she saw the long leather whip.
Crack!
He wielded it expertly, making it snap loudly in the air. Then he turned to the girl once more. Patty held her breath as he drew back his arm.
Swish! Crack!
He brought it down with devastating force across the German girl’s back, leaving a livid red stripe that ran all around her and finished just below her right breast
Swish! Crack!
This time the whip fell across Stefi’s plump buttocks, digging deep into her soft flesh and bringing a cry of pain from her.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
The man was getting into his stride now, the terrifying blows falling with regularity across the naked woman’s body. Patty watched as she twisted and turned, her efforts to avoid the lash only resulting in her presenting new areas of nude flesh for the whip to find, the red marks criss-crossing her pale body
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Stefi twisted her body round, and the lash fell across her lovely breasts, slicing deep into the soft flesh just below the nipples, making them quiver deliciously as she danced in pain.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
He worked his way up and down her body, leaving stripes on her backside, belly and breasts as the screaming woman spun in her bondage. Then he changed his stance, bringing the lash up through her open legs so that it cracked against her soft sex lips, the end curling under her and ringing against the bottle that still protruded grotesquely from her anus.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
There was barely an inch of flesh on Stefi’s body now that didn’t bear a lurid stripe as the punishment went on. The woman’s struggles were weakening now as the dreadful beating took the energy from her. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, which trickled down from her face and between her full breasts, now criss-crossed with whip marks.
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
Swish! Crack!
And then Sharma raised a finger, and the man dropped his arm to his side.
Patty watched the German girl, now hanging limply in her bondage, small drops of blood trickling from some of her wounds, her breasts swollen by the beating they had received.
All at once Patty started as a hand reached round from behind her and took hold of her breast. She turned, and found herself staring into the face of the obese black man in policeman’s uniform. Her instinct was to pull away from him, but he had taken hold of her arm in a strong grip, and she was obliged to stand where she was as he squeezed her soft orbs.
“A good show Mr Sharma,” he said, still groping the naked English girl. “And this must be a new slut?”
“That’s right Superintendent. I purchased her yesterday. A choice piece of meat I think? Stand still girl whilst the superintendent inspects you.”
Patty had been squirming under the man’s advances, but now she forced herself to be still.
Clearly sensing her submission. the policeman released his grip on her arm. Sharma gave her a sharp look, and she placed her hands on her head once more. Never, even in bondage, had she felt so vulnerable, and she bit her lip as she felt the policeman’s fat fingers probe up between her legs and penetrate her vagina.
“Hmm, very tight,” he observed as he twisted his fingers about inside her cunt. “Let’s hope she’s a good girl, and doesn’t end up in my police cells.”
“I’m sure she’ll do everything to avoid that. Was there something you wanted from her?”
The fat black man inclined his head. “The show is having a good affect on me. Perhaps I might borrow her?”
“Certainly.” Sharma turned to Patty. “Go with the superintendent now. There’s a spot over there. Be sure to do whatever he demands of you.”
Sharma pointed to a small enclosure, surrounded on three sides by canvas. The open side was facing the stage, where the German woman still hung, now apparently barely conscious.
Patty was very nervous indeed as she followed the large black policeman across the open ground. She was acutely aware of the eyes upon her, and knew that they would know exactly what was about to happen. After all, she was quite naked. She wondered what they must think of her, going, apparently willingly, with this ugly monster of a man.
There was a single chair in the enclosure, and the superintendent sat down heavily upon it. Patty stood before him, embarrassed and uncertain what to do, her hands still placed behind her.
“Take out my cock, you dirty little slut,” ordered the policeman.
Patty hesitated for a second, insulted beyond belief by his harsh words. Then she thought of the whipping she had just witnessed, and the fight drained from her. With extreme reluctance, she dropped to her knees in front of the man. Then, reaching out, she took hold of his fly and pulled it down.
Her hand shaking, she reached inside. His cock felt hot and soft as she pulled it out.
“You see how big my cock is? A white whore like you should learn to worship a black man’s cock. Now suck it.”
Patty stared at his organ for a moment. It was indeed big, the biggest she had ever seen, the bulbous circumcised glans thick and shiny. Fighting back her nausea, the teenaged leaned forward and took it between her lips.
“Suck, bitch.”
She began to suck at it, feeling it swell almost at once. The policeman gave a little groan of enjoyment, sitting back and thrusting his hips up against her face. Patty felt her jaws forced apart as his weapon expanded, becoming hard and stiff in no time. Now that it had swollen to its full size, she could hardly get her fingers about its girth. It filled her mouth, like a great throbbing saveloy, making her gag as he pressed it deeper into her throat.
All at once he grabbed hold of her hair, yanking her head back so that she stared into his eyes, a dribble of saliva running down her chin and dripping onto her bare breasts.
“The show is starting again. Mr Sharma asked me to be sure you missed nothing.”
He pulled her to her feet and made her turn round. At that moment the servant threw a bucket of water over the German girl, who shook her head as she stared dazedly at him. He smacked her hard across the breasts, the slap of his hand sounding very loud. Patty watched the pain on the German girl’s face, and imagined the agony of such hard slaps on her already red raw flesh.
Then her torturer was back center stage. He was carrying what looked to Patty like a small tube, about eighteen inches long and, as she watched, he stopped about ten feet from the woman and put it to his lips.
The German girl gave a whinny of pain. At first Patty couldn’t make out what was happening, then she gave a gasp of horror. There, hanging from Stefi’s nipple was a dart. It was large, with a feathered end, and it was embedded in the woman’s nipple, a bead of blood beginning to escape from it.
The torturer pulled another dart from his belt, and Patty saw with disbelief that the tip was more than an inch long. She knew that all of that inch of metal was now embedded it the naked German woman’s unprotected breast.
He inserted the dart in the tube and put it to his lips again. He inhaled, then puffed hard. At once an even louder cry came from the gagged German as the dreadful weapon embedded itself in her other breast. Patty could scarcely imagine the agony of having her flesh penetrated by one of these cruel weapons, and she saw the horror in Stefi’s eyes as she realized the damage they were doing to her beautiful, nude body.
A third dart flew through the air, striking Stefi’s inner thigh, less than half an inch from her sex. She was wide awake now, dragging at her bonds and screaming incoherently behind the gag as the man fired another dart into her belly, just below her navel.
So absorbed was Patty with the dreadfulness of what she was witnessing, she had almost forgotten her companion. She remembered him now, though, as he dragged her roughly backwards.
“Get astride me, bitch,” he ordered. “Keep facing that German whore. Spread your legs.”
Patty obeyed, positioning herself astride his legs, facing the scene of torture before her. As she moved backwards she felt his cock brush against her bare backside.
He grabbed hold of her hips in his strong hands and positioned her over his rampant organ.
“Get hold of it and put it inside you,” he ordered.
The last thing Patty wanted was the superintendent’s thick penis inside her. Yet she obeyed without question, wrapping her fingers about his shaft and guiding it toward the portals of her sex. She licked her hand and smeared the saliva over her sex lips in an attempt to smooth the passage of his cock. Then she began to lower herself, her thighs spread wide, onto his long, black pole.
She gasped as she felt him enter her vagina, stretching her sex walls apart with his great weapon, delving ever deeper into her tight little pussy until she was completely impaled upon him.
She felt him relax beneath her, his big hands reaching about her and fondling her young breasts. She stared across at the German woman, and felt her stomach tighten as she saw yet another dart fly from the blowpipe and embed itself into her jutting breast.
Ngoro was watching Stefi as she struggled in her bonds, picking his targets with ease. Now, as she twisted her body away from him, he let fly another of the awful weapons, which hit the soft flesh of her buttock, bringing another whimper of pain from the captive.
“Move, little slut,” said a voice in Patty’s ear. “Fuck my cock.”
Gritting her teeth, Patty began to move her body up and down on the policeman’s erection, letting him slide in and out of her, and bringing a sigh of pleasure from the sweating man. She felt stretched to her limit by his rampant organ, but still she continued to fuck him. She was truly becoming a whore, she mused as she worked herself up and down on his cock. She was giving herself without question, performing acts of the most vulgar nature on men who otherwise repulsed her. Wasn’t that what a whore did? Except, she thought bitterly, a whore did at least get paid for her efforts. Her only rewards were base cruelty if she didn’t disport herself in this vulgar manner.
“Watch the show, bitch,” grunted the policeman. “Watch it, or I’ll tell Sharma I wasn’t satisfied with your performance.”
As she heard these words, Patty began pumping her hips up and down with more vigor, tightening the muscles in her pussy to improve the man’s sensation. The cruelty in front of her was continuing, the darts now protruding from all over Stefi’s body, with clusters in her backside, her breasts and round her pubic mound. Patty could only guess at the pain the woman must be in as she writhed and moaned in her bondage.
The superintendent’s cock was throbbing now, and Patty fucked him all the harder, her beautiful, bare breasts bouncing up and down as she drove her young body down onto his cock.
All at once he gripped her thighs, and she felt him explode inside her, his cock spitting gobs of semen seep inside her vagina, his hips thrusting upwards as he emptied himself into her vagina, using her like a soft, warm doll as he thrust his prick into her again and again.
At last he was spent, the twitching slowing, then stopping altogether. He gave a sigh of pleasure, and Patty relaxed at last, allowing her body to fall back against his, her breathing slowing.
The policeman took hold of her and shoved her forward, kicking her bare backside with his heavy boot and sending her sprawling in the dirt for all the onlookers to see.
“Come here and lick my cock clean, slut,” he ordered. “Then fuck off and let me watch the show. The best part has still to come.”

Chapter 15
Patty was taken back to where Sharma was seated. She could feel the policeman’s spunk leaking from her vagina and trickling down her inner thigh, and she knew that it would be visible to guests and servants alike. Yet she dare not make a protest, padding naked across to her master and taking up a submissive stance beside him, her hands on her head, her legs spread.
“Keep your eyes on the stage,” he said to her. “I want you to watch every minute of this.”
She glanced across to where the German girl hung, still writhing in agony as the blood trickled from her punctured breasts. Patty found it hard to believe that the woman could be made to suffer any more than she was already suffering, her face a mask of agony and fear. Yet the torturer was approaching her again, this time with something long and shiny that gleamed in the bright sunshine.
He held up his hands, and Patty saw that he held two pieces of metal. They were shaped like knife blades, with sharpened tips, although the blades themselves were rounded and blunt. They were each about ten inches long.
The man held the two pointed objects aloft for a few seconds longer, then moved around behind the unhappy woman. His hand reached round and cupped her tortured breast, shaking it up and down to her clear discomfort. Then he produced one of the blade-like devices again and held it against the soft flesh of her breast, its sharp end making an indent in the skin.
What happened next made Patty cry aloud. The man began to press the point harder and harder against the side of Stefi’s breast until, with a sudden lunge, it penetrated the skin, bringing a scream from the German. He went on pressing relentlessly, driving the metal deeper and deeper into the softness of the woman’s orb until the point emerged on the other side. He let his hand fall away, and Patty saw that Stefi’s right breast was skewered by the blade, like a meat skewer piercing an orange.
Blood began to seep from the puncture wounds, and the servant stepped forward and poured a fluid over it. Immediately the woman screamed again as the stinging liquid cauterized the blood vessels. At the same time, Ngoro had transferred his attention to Stefi’s left breast, which he pierced in the same grotesque manner, bringing new cries of anguish from the woman. Patty could barely watch as the cruelty of the scene unfolded before her. She couldn’t begin to imagine the agony and anguish the German woman was going through.
All at once two more servants emerged from the sidelines. One of them carried rope and a knife. Whilst the three other men held the moaning woman he reached up and cut the rope that held her wrists. Her arms were free for no more than a few fleeting seconds, though, as a pair of gleaming handcuffs were snapped onto her wrists behind her back.
Stefi struggled to free herself from the grip of the three men, but she had no chance against the muscular servants. As they held her, the fourth man threw another rope over the bough from which she had been hanging. The end of this rope divided into two, then two again, so that it had four ends hanging down, each end with a loop at the tip. He moved round in front of the naked German woman and, whilst his companions held her fast, slipped two of the loops over the two ends of one of the blades. He did the same to the other breast, so that all four loops now surrounded the metal bars. Then Patty felt her heart miss a beat as he began to pull on the other end of the rope.
Despite the gag, the woman’s cries were clear as her breasts were slowly stretched upward by the rope, the flesh stretching under the pressure until Patty felt sure it would tear. But it didn’t and, all at once, Stefi’s feet came clear of the ground and the men let go of her. Ngoro raised her until she was a clear foot above the ground, then tied off the rope around a tree.
Patty watched in total disbelief as the woman hung, suspended by her breasts, which were stretched impossibly by the weight of her body, her legs kicking, her screams piercing the air. Patty had never imagined anything so cruel. The woman’s flesh was covered with angry red weals and pierced by the darts, her rectum still stuffed by the thick bottle. And now she was suspended by her breasts in the most painful manner imaginable, her body writhing and turning in obvious agony.
The men in the center began pushing the suspended woman back and forth, laughing at her screams, slapping her backside and spinning her round so that the ropes tightened even more on her tortured breasts. Patty wondered when this dreadful scene would end. Surely there was nothing more they could do to the wretched woman? Little did she know that the worst was still to come.
One of the servants appeared with another length of rope, This one had a single loop in the tip, and he threaded the end of the rope through it to make a simple noose. Then he flung the end over the branch. He fetched a stool from the side and, standing on it, placed the noose over Stefi’s head, tightening it about her slender neck. He took all but about two inches of slack out of the rope and tied it to the trunk of the tree. Now, if the woman dropped a mere two inches, she would begin to strangle herself.
Patty looked on with horror as he began to undo the other rope from the tree. He held the end taut, so that Stefi remained suspended as she was, then he walked round in front of her. He showed her the rope, then deliberately allowed it to slip through his fingers. As he did so, her body dropped and the rope about the German woman’s neck tightened. He continued to lower her until the rope was so tight about her neck that she couldn’t breathe, her legs kicking, her face turning blue as her air supply was cut off. He left her like that for a full thirty seconds before jerking her upwards again with a movement that must have been agonizing to her breasts.
The girl gasped and spluttered, drawing in lungfuls of air, clearly seriously distressed. The man held the rope in front of her face again, and lowered her once more. This time he only let her hang for a few seconds before jerking her upwards. Then he moved behind her and placed the end of the rope in her handcuffed hands.
“Better grip tight, white bitch,” he said.
At that moment, he let go of the rope.
Patty let out a gasp of horror as she realized Stefi’s predicament. Clutching the rope in her hands, she and she alone could control it. To hold herself up meant the terrible torturous pain in her breasts. To slacken it meant to strangle on the end of the noose. She knew that Stefi understood this too, her knuckles white as she clung to the rope behind her.
Even this was not the final indignity. Pulling the stool round in front of the girl, Ngoro dropped his loincloth. His cock was long and thick, and partly erect. He glanced across at Sharma who slapped Patty’s bare behind.
“Go and make him hard with your mouth,” he ordered.
Patty stared at him open-mouthed. Then a poke with a gun barrel in her back brought her to her senses. She glanced about at the well-dressed audience, her face crimson. Then she made her way slowly out to where the torturer was standing.
As she reached him he pointed down to his cock. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Patty knew what was required of her.
Slowly the pretty young teenager dropped to her knees in the African dust. She reached out a hand and took hold of his cock. Then she leaned forward and placed it in her mouth.
She tried not to gag as she sucked on his thick weapon. Almost at once she felt it harden between her lips, stiffening and rising. She sucked hard, trying not to look at the German woman who swung just feet from where she knelt. As she sucked she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, stroking his balls with the other hand. It occurred to her momentarily how adept she was becoming at cunnilingus, and the thought brought a pang of shame. She was becoming what Sharma wanted her to be, a whore.
All at once Ngoro pushed her away. His penis was rampant now, standing out from his groin like a great black flagpole. He stopped for a moment, hands on hips, grinning at the crowd. Then he stepped up onto the stool and grabbed Stefi’s thighs. The German woman struggled, but she had no chance. Pulling her by her buttocks, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina and thrust it into her, bringing new screams of pain and protest from her.
He began to fuck the German hard, his massive pole sliding in and out of her vagina, clearly increasing her agony as his weight put further strain on her breasts and on her fingers which clung with desperation to the rope behind her. His thrusts were urgent, ramming his erection into her cunt with vigor. Patty looked about her at the crowd. They were on the edge of their seats now, and just about every man had a bulge at his crotch as he watched the German being fucked. Patty couldn’t understand how the sight of the tortured woman could possibly be exciting the men, and she felt a cold feeling in her stomach as she knelt naked in the dirt looking up at the cruel rape that was being perpetrated before her.
She looked at the woman’s hands. The knuckles were white as Stefi clung desperately to the rope. Even as Patty watched she could see the woman weaken, the rope slipping slowly but inevitably from her fingers. Yet still the man continued to fuck her, his buttocks clenching as he pumped his hips back and forth, clearly reveling in his debauchery.
The rope was slipping faster now, and Patty could see the noose tightening about Stefi’s neck. Then the woman’s grip finally gave way and the rope swung free.
Immediately the noose tightened about the German woman’s neck. Patty could see her grabbing frantically for the rope’s end as the noose squeezed tighter and tighter. Unable to stand by any longer, the teenager sprang to her feet, only to be pulled back by one of the servants, who held her fast, her arms trapped behind her, watching helplessly as the tableau unfolded before her.
The man was fucking Stefi harder than ever now, her tortured breasts bouncing as he rammed his cock into her. Stefi, meanwhile, was thrashing about, her hands grabbing for the rope, but finding only thin air. The noose was biting into her slender neck now, cutting off her air passages, and her struggles became more and more violent as her face began to turn a dreadful blue color.
The man gave a shout, and Patty saw that he was coming in the struggling woman, his cock jumping as he spurted into her, apparently oblivious to her distress. He pulled out, spunk still dripping from his erection, and jumped down from the stool.
Stefi was writhing about now, her legs kicking hard, her face going bluer by the moment as the life was drained out of her. Her eyes were bulging, her tongue protruding from her mouth as she fought to take a breath, but in vain.
All at once, her struggles began to weaken, and Patty knew she was dying. Still nobody made a move to save her. The youngster watched helplessly as the naked woman’s kicks slowed, the struggles lessening until, at last, she was still. There was silence now. Patty looked back at those watching. Their faces were pale, yet still their arousal was obvious.
Stefi’s torturer stepped forward. He had lit a cigarette and, as he came close to the nude body, he stretched out a hand and stubbed it out on her belly. There was no reaction. He turned to Sharma and nodded, then a faint applause rippled through the onlookers.
Suddenly Sharma was beside Patty. He looked into her eyes,
“Now you have seen the only way to escape from me,” he said.

Chapter 16
Patty knelt on the soft carpet of the limousine, her mouth wrapped about Toto’s cock, sucking hard, avoiding the gaze of the grinning boy as she fellated him. She could scarcely believe she was doing this, sucking off a fourteen year old boy, kneeling naked before him as the car drove down the highway. Then she thought of what she had just witnessed, and she knew she had no choice.
It was some half an hour since Stefi had breathed her last. The body had been left to swing in the rope, whilst the onlookers were permitted to inspect it. Meanwhile a meal was served of meat and salad on long trestle tables. It seemed totally bizarre to Patty that such an event could be surrounded by a garden party atmosphere.
A plate of food had been prepared for her, too, but she had been obliged to take one of the servants into the tent and jerk him off, working his thick shaft back and forth with her pretty hands until he had shot his load over her meal, gobs of semen splashing onto the plate. Only then was she allowed to eat it, and Sharma had made sure she devoured every drop of spunk.
She had hoped to be allowed to leave then, but Sharma had beckoned her over. He stood her before him, legs apart, hands on head, and began to speak. His words were clearly designed to make her even more afraid of him, if such a thing was necessary.
“You see,” he explained. “It’s all about money. That slut’s father couldn’t scrape together half of what I’ll make from this video. Men will pay thousands to see the real thing.”
As he spoke, Ngoro sliced through the rope from which Stefi was suspended with a sharp machete. The body slumped lifeless to the ground, and the two servants picked it up and carried it across to the tent. Patty noted that the darts were still in place, as was the bottle inside her rectum.
“The body still has some uses,” went on Sharma. “Some of these men are necrophiliacs. It’s not often they get the chance to fuck a real body. She’ll be laid out in the tent for them to gratify their desires. After that she’ll be butchered.”
Patty’s gasp must have been audible, because Sharma gave a grim smile.
“There are men who get their kicks from eating human flesh,” he said. “And the flesh of a beautiful white woman is predominantly sought after. The breasts in particular are considered a delicacy, and can fetch as much as a thousand dollars a pound.”
Patty shook her head. She had never imagined that there could be so much cruelty in the world. Yet she was not only witness to it, she was its victim. She glanced down at herself. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would walk naked amongst strangers. Now she was doing just that, in the clear understanding that any of them could fuck her, or torture her, on the whim of her new Master.
“Now,” went on Sharma. “Toto has asked to take you with him in his limousine.”
Patty’s heart had sunk at the idea, but she had said nothing.
“Toto is at an impressionable age,” went on Sharma. “He truly believes that you are a slut, and that you walk around naked by choice. He believes that being fucked is the thing you enjoy most of all, and that you will give your body to anyone who wants it. If you disavow him of that impression I shall be very angry indeed. Do you understand?”
Patty hung her head. “Yes Master.”
She looked at Sharma. He knew that making her act like a whore in Toto’s presence was the most humiliating thing he could do to her. The men who abused her body up until now knew they were doing so without her consent. In fact the act of taking her against her will seemed to give them added pleasure. To have to pretend to the boy that she enjoyed this treatment, and displayed herself nude by choice, was far more debasing to her.
As Sharma led her across to the shiny black limousine where Toto was waiting, she saw with total surprise that a bra and pants and a pretty dress were laid out on the hood.
“I have arranged for some clothes for you to wear whilst you’re with Toto,” said Sharma as they came within earshot of the boy. “After all, you’ll be driving on public roads. You can put them on now if you want to.”
For a second Patty’s heart leapt as she saw the clothes and anticipated the possibility of regaining some of her dignity. She reached out for the panties, anxious to cover her bare sex and bottom. Then she froze, as Sharma’s earlier words came back to her. She glanced at Toto, who was listening with interest. Then she dropped her hand.
“N-no,” she said quietly.” I want to stay in the nude.”
“But why?” asked Sharma. “are you afraid the clothes won’t fit?”
“No. I just prefer to be naked.”
“But people can see your breasts and your vagina.”
“I know. I want them to. I like it when they see me with no clothes on.”
Sharma shook his head. “She truly is a slut,” he said.
And so Patty found herself on her knees, sucking Toto’s penis. The boy had lost little time in ordering her onto the floor once they were out of sight of the others, and now she was fellating him vigorously as he sat back on the car seat, grinning down at the naked girl whose head was buried between his thighs.
He came suddenly. His cock was still not fully developed, but his spunk was real enough, filling Patty’s mouth as he grunted with satisfaction. She swallowed the fluid, then licked his shaft clean before sitting back on her ankles.
“You like the taste of spunk, I think, slut?”
Patty bit her lip. “Yes,” she replied. “I love to taste spunk.”
The boy laughed. “You like being fucked too?”
“Yes I do. I love to be fucked.”
“Good.” He said something to the driver in a language the girl didn’t understand, then sat back.
“Sit next to me,” he said. “Spread your legs so I can see your cunt properly.”
Patty obeyed, settling onto the leather seat beside the boy and opening her legs wide, her cheeks reddening as she saw the driver watching her in his mirror. She glanced out the window, and was shocked to see that they were driving through the city. All around were the same shabby stores she had seen when she had first arrived. The sight made her uneasy. Why weren’t they going back to Sharma’s house?
The boy spoke to the driver again, and he turned the car down a narrow street. To Patty this looked a very rough part of town indeed, with abandoned vehicles scattered around and groups of youths hanging about on street corners.
“Before my uncle adopted me I lived in this area,” said Toto. “I was part of a gang. I am going to show you.”
Patty’s unease increased at these words. She really didn’t want to be in this slum area. Even fully clothed and with a man she would have felt very uncomfortable.
All at once the car came to a halt at the entrance to a narrow, dark alley. The driver climbed out and came round to open the door beside Toto. The boy climbed out and beckoned to Patty.
“Come with me,” he said.
“But I’m in the nu…” Her voice trailed away as she realized she couldn’t object. After all she had chosen to travel in the car with no clothes on, hadn’t she?
Warily, her eyes darting right and left, the beautiful young English girl climbed out of the car. It was hot outside, and the rough gravel of the lane felt uncomfortable in her bare feet. Fortunately there seemed to be nobody around, but still she was very nervous.
“Come with me,” said the boy, beckoning to her.
Patty entered the alley, her heart full of foreboding. At the far end she could see a busy road, with cars flashing by. This was no place to be naked.
Toto began to whistle, just two notes. He repeated the sound, then Patty’s heart leapt as she heard a reply. The boy whistled again, then turned to Patty.
“They are coming,” he said..
Patty glanced about herself in alarm. Who was coming?
Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere down the alley in front of them. Then came voices. They came closer and closer. Patty prayed that they would go away, though in her heart she knew they would soon be with them
They rounded the corner together. Five boys, none more than about fourteen years old. They stopped short at the sight of the beautiful white girl standing naked before them.
“This was my gang,” said Toto.
Patty had stopped still at the sight of the boys, who in turn came to a halt no more than two yards away.
One of them giggled, pointing at Patty’s breasts. The others laughed too, making the young beauty feel very uncomfortable. Toto said something to them, and they laughed again. One boy, in ragged shorts and a dirty singlet, stepped closer to her and reaching out to touch her pale flesh. Patty took a step back.
What is wrong?” asked Toto. “Don’t you like my friends?”
“C-couldn’t we go now? I’m sure your friends are very nice but…”
“Then let them touch you. You like to be touched don’t you? Isn’t that why you walk about naked?”
Patty glanced at him. Once more she was trapped. But what was worse, a thrashing from Sharma or the humiliation of being nude in this scruffy alley in front of a group of schoolboys? Then she thought of the whipping she had witnessed that morning, and she knew she couldn’t endure such cruelty.
The boys seemed to sense her surrender and the one closest reached out a hand once more. He ran it over the smoothness of her breast, weighing it in his hand. Patty guessed that he had never touched a woman before, let alone a beautiful, shapely eighteen year old.
Toto said something to him, and he laughed, then took hold of Patty’s nipple and pinched it hard, making her cry out with pain. This just brought more laughter from the boys, and moments later she felt the indignity of a finger reaching down between her legs. Once more she wanted to pull away, but once more she forced herself to stand her ground, keeping her legs planted apart, wincing as she felt a finger being inserted in her vagina.
They were getting bolder now, crowding in around her. As the boys pinched and scratched at her naked body, more arrived, laughing and shouting at the sight of the nude white girl
Then Toto announced something, and they stopped groping her for a moment, turning to listen to him. There was much laughter and nodding of heads, and for some reason the boys began to move away from the young beauty, making their way down the alley, shouting to other boys who were just arriving to do the same. Patty turned to Toto, scarcely able to believe that the ordeal had ended so soon. Then she saw the expression on his face, and realized it had been a false dawn.
“You see where the car is?” he said to her.
Patty glanced behind her, and gave a little cry of dismay. The limousine was nowhere in sight.
“Look down there.”
Patty glanced in the direction Toto was pointing. Then she saw it. The driver had moved around the block, and was parked at the other end of the alley, where she had seen cars passing earlier.
“We can go back to my uncle’s house now,” announced the boy. “All you have to do is get to the car, and we’ll go. Okay?”
“But I…”
“If you get to the car, I take you back. If you fail, I leave you here with my friends.”
“But you can’t leave me!” she said in alarm.
“Why not? You are naked, which you like, and there are many boys her to fuck you. You love to be fucked, don’t you?”
“What will your uncle say?”
“Uncle Sharma not worry. He will find you.”
Patty looked down the alley. It was about three hundred yards to where the car was parked, and all down the street on both sides stood grinning young boys, some of them not much more than twelve years old. Some held sticks or other weapons. She turned back to Toto.
“Better hurry,” he said. “The car will not stay very long.”
Patty stared about her, but there was no escape. She would be forced to run the gauntlet of the young gang members, all of whom were watching her expectantly. She gazed down at her nude body, only too aware of the target she made, her young breasts jutting forward temptingly, her body completely vulnerable.
Then she started to run.

Chapter 17
Patty ran as fast as she was able, her lovely breasts bouncing as she streaked down the alley. The boys were ready for their vulnerable victim, though. As she reached the first one, he lashed out with a cane, slashing it across her belly and bringing a scream from her. Another cane struck her on her bare behind, stinging dreadfully. Moments later a stone hit her on the crotch with bruising force.
Then she screamed aloud as a dart embedded itself in her breast, piercing her all the way to the hilt. She looked ahead and saw the boy, holding an identical tube to that used by Ngoro. He was already reloading and seconds later another jabbed deep into the flesh of her backside.
As she reached the middle of the gauntlet it became worse. Canes struck her naked body from all angles. Stones bounced off her belly and breasts, more darts embedded themselves in her tortured flesh. Yet still she managed to keep on running.
She was getting closer to the limousine now, though, and her eyes were fixed on the open door. She knew that her salvation from these dreadful urchins lay within the car, and she tried to ignore the sticks and missiles as she redoubled her effort to escape.
She was just ten yards from her goal when they pulled the rope tight. It was stretched across he path and, as they tightened it, it rose to a height of about a foot immediately in front of her.
Patty never had a chance, catching her leg on the rope and falling headlong to the ground. Immediately the boys were upon her, leaping on top of her and holding her down. For a few seconds all was chaos as she struggled with the boys. Then they had hold of her, and she knew it was over.
She looked up to see Toto standing over her. He gave an order, and the boys released her limbs. Slowly she climbed to her feet. She pulled two darts from her buttocks and one from her right breast, wincing at the pain. Then she spread her legs and allowed her arms to fall to her sides in a gesture of defeat.
Toto smiled, sensing her submission.
“There are many boys for you to entertain,” he said. “I’m sure you will enjoy that.”
Patty looked around at the gang of streetwise kids she was about to surrender herself to
“I will enjoy it,” she said. “Where are we going to do it?”
“Right here, in the street. Where people can see. I know you like to be seen.”
Her jaw dropped, but she said nothing.
Toto turned and climbed into the car. Patty watched him go, wondering what on earth would happen to her now. After all, she had no way of returning to Sharma’s, yet she felt sure he would get her back somehow. But how? The teenager felt very alone and isolated, standing in this dirty slum, totally nude.
All at once the boys were closing in on her. She watched them warily as they approached, but made no move to back away, surrendered as she was to the inevitable rape that was about to begin. One of them gave an order, and at once small hands were grabbing her and dragging her over to a group of battered dustbins. They pulled her down, prostrating her over them, her nude breasts flattened against the hard metal. Something warm splashed on her backside, and she realized that one of the boys had been masturbating and had ejaculated over her body. Then another was pressing through, his erect penis in his hand. It was a young penis, but still fully erect, and his companions shouted encouragement as he came forward.
She looked at the boy. It was the one who had given the order. He was not much more than a child, but with the arrogance of a streetwise kid amongst his peers, and he pointed down to his cock, a broad grin on his face.
He came closer and guided his erection between her legs.
“Open wider,” he ordered.
Patty obeyed, spreading her legs and pressing her backside back toward him. Then, with a thrust, he was inside her, fucking her urgently amid the cheers of his companions.
Patty stared about her, at the grimy alley, at the grinning boys, and down at her pale, naked body, and suddenly, totally unexpectedly, a surge of desire spread through her young body. All at once she felt her cunt muscles tighten about the young cock that was invading her, a surge of wetness enveloping her crotch, her nipples tingling with excitement.
Then an orgasm surged through her.
She hadn’t seen it coming, but suddenly she was screaming with desire, her hips pumping back against the young man who was fucking her.
Scarcely had she descended from her orgasm than the boy came, spurting his semen into her, clutching her hips and ramming himself against her soft behind. Then he withdrew and, at once, another youngster was pressing his barely pubescent cock into her whilst his companions slapped her breasts and groped her lovely young body.
Patty was stunned by the violence of her orgasm. Surely this couldn’t be turning her on? It was all too sordid, wasn’t it? Then she noticed that one of the boys watching was masturbating and, on an impulse, she found herself reaching out, taking hold of his cock and pulling him close. Almost before she knew it she had her lips about his shaft and was sucking greedily at it. The boy reacted with enthusiasm, fucking her face vigorously, and Patty responded by sucking harder. In no time the boy was coming and, as he filled her mouth with sperm, she gulped it down hungrily, then reached out for another to suck.
The boy inside her came, and was immediately replaced by another. He was pressing against her anus, and Patty reached between her legs, taking a handful of spunk from her vagina and smearing it about her nether hole. Then she pulled her ass cheeks apart, encouraging him to ram his cock into her backside.
The girl had no idea what had happened inside her. Somehow, the rape, the cruelty and the pain had finally taken its toll, and she had snapped. Suddenly she wanted to be used, to surrender herself to the life of debauchery that she knew lay in front of her. She grabbed another black cock and put it in her mouth, then began sucking it hard, masturbating the boy with vigor, relishing the white slime that spurted from the end of his cock, loving the way that, at that moment, even more was being pumped into her rectum.
The boy who had fucked her first clearly sensed her arousal and began to take control, ordering her into different positions, each one even more embarrassing than the last. Patty could see people pausing at the entrance to the alley, watching her kneeling before one of the boys, her head moving back and forth as she fellated him whilst another boy was simultaneously buggering her. Somehow the thought of being watched as she acted in this degenerate manner brought an even greater thrill to the youngster, and she spread her legs still wider, making sure that the exhibition was as lewd as possible.
They took her every way imaginable. Sometimes she found herself with cocks in her cunt, ass and mouth simultaneously, and still orgasm after orgasm swept through her until she felt she could come no more.
Patty was soon too preoccupied with satisfying the gang of boys to speculate on what had become of her innocence and modesty. Possibly this was a defense mechanism. All she knew was that she wanted cocks inside her, and didn’t care whose they were. She was a sex slave. A set of orifices within a beautiful body. Fuck meat. In later months and years of mistreatment and perversion she would sometimes think back and wonder what had happened that hot afternoon in the alley. All she knew now was that she had found an escape that was infinitely better than the one Stefi had chosen.
She didn’t know how long the rape went on for. She knew she had been more than an hour sprawled in the dirt of the alley, giving her body to the laughing boys, opening every orifice to their immature young cocks.
Then, all at once, she heard a shout, followed immediately by the erections in her mouth and cunt being rapidly withdrawn. All around her was the sound of running feet, and she was suddenly alone.
She was on her hands and knees, her legs still spread, her hair hanging down the sides of her face. She pulled this veil aside, and glanced up. Then a cold feeling filled her stomach.
Standing over her, his pistol pointed at her head, was a grim-faced policeman.

Chapter 17
Patty stood by the side of the busy road, her hands placed behind her head, her legs spread, watching the policeman as he spoke into his radio. Cars were passing, their horns blaring, their laughing occupants staring at the slim, beautiful white teenager who stood at the roadside baring all.
Patty knew she looked a mess. Her hair was tangled, her fair skin streaked with the dirt of the alley. Her breasts and behind still bore the stripes of the canes the boys had used on her, and her cunt and anus were literally dripping with spunk, a small pool forming in the sidewalk.
The policeman finished his call on the radio and turned to her.
“You charged with indecency and prostitution,” he said. “Soon a van come. Take you to the police station where superintendent put you through questioning routine.”
“H-how long will that take?” she asked nervously.
“One week, maybe two.”
Patty’s heart went cold as she remembered Sharma’s description of the police cells, with their electric shock and other tortures, the rat infested cells and the sex-starved prisoners. She realized now that Sharma had been confident of her capture by the police. That was why he had been willing to let Toto have his fun with her. She guessed too that the superintendent had been in on the ruse, and that he had arranged with Sharma that she spend some time in his awful cells. This was what she had to expect in future, she realized with dismay. This was her life now. She was a plaything. A toy for the use of these people. Even those young boys, who normally she would have sent packing with a slap, were able to see her naked, to touch her intimately and to rape her without fear of retribution. Her life stretched out ahead as a succession of humiliation and debauchery, even her food tainted with male ejaculate.
“Excuse me.”
The words were spoken with a perfect English accent, and Patty jumped as she heard them. She looked to her left and realized with a shock that there were three white people approaching. There were two girls and a boy. They were young, no older than Patty herself, the girls dressed in slacks and pretty blouses, the boy in a T-shirt and jeans. They had backpacks, and were clearly holidaymakers.
Coming from the side, they clearly hadn’t seen Patty beside the burly officer. Now, as they reached him, they stopped short, staring at the teenage white girl standing naked on this scruffy street corner.
“Can I help you?” asked the policeman.
For a moment the trio said nothing. Then the boy dragged his eyes from Patty’s breasts and crotch.
“We- we were looking for a taxi.” He stammered. “There don’t seem to be any around.”
“You need taxi rank,” replied the officer. “I show you.” He pulled a map from his pocket and began to unfold it.
As he explained the route, the two girls stood close to the youngster who remained with her legs apart and her hands on her head, her beautiful breasts thrust forward.
“I’ll be glad to get on the plane home tonight,” said one of them. She was a blonde, about eighteen years old, and very attractive. “The holiday was okay, but I’m looking forward to getting back to my creature comforts.”
“Yeah,” replied the other. She too was young and lovely to look at. “I can’t wait to have a long, hot bath. You know, with bubble bath and a glass of cold white wine. That’s what I’m going to do first thing tomorrow.”
“Me too. And there’s a new boutique just opened on the High Street. I’m dying to see it. I’m looking for something for the Tennis Club Ball on the weekend.”
“Yeah, great. Let’s go shopping together next week.”
“It should be a good ball this year. Everyone’s going.”
Patty listened to the exchange in silence. She too had been expected at her local tennis club ball and, although she had somewhat lost track of time, she knew that the date of the ball was close. She thought of bathing like the girl had described. Of buying a new dress and dancing and drinking with her friends, sipping cocktails and laughing together.
“What on earth do you think she’s doing, standing there like that?” asked the first girl
“She whore. Waiting for police van to take her to station,” volunteered the policeman.
“A white girl, whoring here? You don’t suppose she’s British?” asked the other girl.
“Never. No British girl would sink that low. Christ she must be hard up, screwing in alleyways and soliciting in the nude. Shameless bitch!”
Patty opened her mouth to defend herself, but caught the policeman’s eye and closed it again. She looked at the two girls, so like her, yet with futures that were very different indeed. She wished she could go with them. Borrow a dress from their back packs and set off to the airport with them. But she knew it could never happen. She was no longer Patty Cousins, debutante and schoolgirl. She was a nameless whore who displayed her naked body to one and all and gave herself to men without question.
At that moment the police van pulled up. It was no more than a large truck with a cage on the back. Inside the cage were four men. Dangerous, sinister looking characters.
“They’re not putting her in there with them, are they?” said the blonde.
“From the look of her they’re probably regular customers,” said her friend, wrinkling her nose.
The driver climbed from the cab and began a conversation with the other policeman, grinning and pointing at the nude teenager.
Whilst the policemen spoke, one of the men in the cage, a powerful looking thug with torn and dirty clothing, came to the edge of the bars and eyed Patty appreciatively. Then, as she watched, he undid his fly and pulled out his cock. It was already half erect and he ran his hands up and down the shaft, making it harden still more.
“Oh my god, look at that,” exclaimed one of the girls.
“That’s grotesque,” exclaimed the other.
Patty said nothing, just watching as the heavy penis came slowly erect, knowing it was for her that he was making it hard.
The guard finished his conversation and turned to Patty, gesturing her to climb on board. He looked at the man, who was still stroking his now fully-erect cock, but just grinned. As the guard unlocked the door, the man inside reached out a hand and pulled Patty in. Grasping her arm in strong fingers he pulled her close.
“It is forty minutes drive to the police station,” he murmured in her ear. “If you co-operate, we will not hurt you. Resist and you’ll regret it. Understand?”
“I won’t resist. You can do whatever you want with me.” Patty couldn’t believe how calmly she spoke.
“Get down on your hands and knees. I will have you first.”
Patty looked across at the two girls, who were eying her with a mixture of surprise and contempt, then back at the man. He gave a nod, and she dropped down onto all fours, then raised her backside, her breasts brushing the dirty floor, her sex open. On an impulse she reached up between her thighs and began to finger her vagina, spreading her sex as she gazed back at the man, licking her lips. He smiled and dropped to his knees behind her, his erect cock bobbing up and down.
Patty removed her fingers from her cunt. They were wet with semen. She reached back and took hold of the man’s cock, pulling him closer. She guided him into her, moaning softly as she felt herself stretched by an adult male penis for the first time that afternoon.
He began to fuck her hard, his great cock ramming into her, shaking her young body back and forth and making her breasts quiver. As he fucked her, she glanced across at the shocked faces of the two girls.
This was it, she thought. This was the low point of her descent into debauchery. Now she truly was a slut of the worst kind
Then the truck lurched forward and she screamed aloud as a shattering orgasm shook her beautiful young body.

The End

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