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"Flesh Trader"
by unknown

Limousines, Alfa Romeo, Rolls Royce and all manner of high-class cars were arriving at the huge mansion, bringing the eager wealthy buyers to the auction. Chauffeurs parked with much care at the sides of the huge gravelled turning circle and then took up guard over their employers expensive cars. Some took the opportunity to have a smoke, others got out vacuum flasks whilst yet others read newspaper or magazines, they were in for a long afternoon and evening - and knew it.
The guests, all male save but two, were greeted formally and warmly by well dressed waiters in white tuxedos, but no waitresses. Not in the entrance hall at least. Drinks aplenty were served to the eighty guests as they gathered, all arriving in dribs and drabs until well after the appointed hour. Some guests were bemoaning the restriction that had been applied, that they gather first in the large entrance hall of the mansion. The presence of dinner-suited and gorilla-like stewards standing guard at each door off the hallway added to the guest's annoyance that they couldn't enter into the dinning hall and to gain the best seats at the front. But then it was typical of Frampton Hinds, their host and flesh trader.
The buzz of excitement though overcame the annoyance of waiting for when Frampton held a sale, he not only did it in style but had the very best merchandise possible on offer. Cocks were beginning to stir into life even at the thought of the auction and, much attention fell on the two elegant female buyers present. The shape of them and the imagination of those others to be auctioned stirring the loins of most men in the crowded hall.
"Bloody nuisance being kept here like this," the ageing colonel said loudly to his companion and gulped down his drink in one swallow. "Isn't there any good brandy to be had here?"
No sooner had he spoken than a waiter, complete with brandy charged glasses on a silver tray, was by his side. "Compliments of our host," the waiter said formally.
"Should think so too!" the colonel blustered. "The prices we have to pay for the goods here jolly well deserve a decent brandy supplied to us."
A hush fell over the gathered crowd and all heads turned upward, looking up to the long corridor of the landing that overlooked the hallway and lead to the head of the wide stairway. Frampton Hinds, a good-looking young man of around thirty-five, made his grand appearance at the rail and looked down on his guests. He stood confident, arrogantly perhaps, resplendent in his expensive dinner suit and equally expensive looking Bond Street shirt and tie and smiled broadly at the eager faces looking up at him. His voice when he spoke was crisp, loud, clear and of a clipped and well educated deliverance.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for attending our latest auction this evening. In a moment we will all move into the sales lounge, but first..." his smile became even broader still. "... A little taster to whet the appetite."
Gasps and muttered approval were heard as a naked young girl was dragged forward by two beefy stewards. The gagged and struggling girl, a petite little blonde thing of no more than twenty, was hauled forward and roughly pushed facing the railing, then her wrists were handcuffed securely to the top rail. She stood, naked and on show to all, her bare tits dangling above the top rail of the balcony and her slim thighs and pussy mound visible through the slats supporting the rail. The girl's face was red with utter embarrassment and her eyes stared down pleadingly at the many gathered faces smiling up at her. Fear and confusion was etched in her pathetic expression and she was sobbing, her upper body jerked and heavy as she sucked in gasps of pure hopelessness and misery.
Frampton waited for the stewards to retire and then held up the long leather strap for all to see. With his free hand he ripped the gag from the girl's mouth and laughed aloud as she began a heartfelt and loud screaming.
"Eeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwww!" she screamed out, her head back and her hips pumping a frantic rhythm of wild agony as the hard lash of the strap stung at her naked backside. The crowd roared a hearty cheer at her wailing and the audience clapped and shouted their delight. That increased again as a second lash was laid on the girl and her screaming this time even louder than before.
Four more hard lashes, Frampton slapped her bare buttocks with, jarring them cruelly with both the power of his lashes and the heavy weight of the wide strap. He then paused to reach up her now bowed body to cup one of her breasts and to feel the orb slowly if spitefully hard. "This little bitch," he announced loudly to his guests, "is just a sample of the fresh new merchandise on offer today." Frampton then undid his trousers and, to a rousing cheer from his guests, eased out his stiff cock and pressed it up between the backs of the naked girl's thighs.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she wailed and tried thrashing her body around to deny him access to her sex. But it was fruitless; the eager man gripped hold of her hips to hold her steady, located the head of his cock in the slit of her cunt and pushed up into her with one hard and powerful lunge. "Waaaaaaaaaaah!" she wailed as his long, thick cock forced up her, her humiliation and discomfort increased by the loud laughter and shouted banter from the crowd. The girl writhed and jerked her body around but could not shake free of his hold nor could she dislodge the thick, warm cock buried up inside her vagina.
Frampton pushed harder against her backside, forcing her body forward and crushing it against the top rail of the banisters. There he held her immovably with his body crushed against hers, his chest pushed out in pride and his cock pulsing marvellously with the feel of her wet, warm insides gripping around it. Then he began to thrust. So brutally hard were his lunges into her that her body was jolted violently, her naked tits jiggled around under the frantic pounding and her head jerked as her body was crashed hard against the rail. The bitch screeched and wailed non-stop under the ferocious assault, blubbering loudly as the crowd roared their delight. It was as he showed signs of coming that a hush fell over the audience and the only sounds then to be heard were Frampton's frantic grunting and the girl's howling. As he came to his peak and shot up inside her the crowd roared a loud cheer, the bitch squealed and gagged in revulsion and a broad pleasured smile creased Frampton's sweating face. He pulled out of the snivelling slut and took a theatrical bow, his glistening cock, coated with a mix of her cunt juice and his cum, wobbling beneath him as it softened from erection.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced proudly. "Please make your way through to the sales lounge."


***


"A real showman that Frampton," one guest said as they filed into the viewing area, picked up their number cards and stood anxiously awaiting their chance to inspect the goods. "He certainly knows how to whip-up sales interest."
"Indeed he does," his companion agreed, "I have been stiff as a post ever since he laid the first lash on that pretty little bitch's backside."
The first man nodded. "Me too, and what a marvellous little thing she was. I hope she is offered for sale, I would bid high for such a piece of merchandise."
"You are about to find out, here they come!"
Ripples of delight and appreciation ran through the gathered guests as the girls were marched in, all twenty completely naked, in line of file and chained together. The young girls, their naked bodies pale in the bright lights of the vast hall shuffled in, their heads hanging down and their wrists handcuffed together in front of them. A long and continuous chain connected each girl at the right ankle, forcing them all to march in step, the heavy chain making the process a laboured and difficult movement for the young beauties. Most were in tears, sobbing softly, humiliated and shamed in their nakedness before the many eager pairs of eyes greedily ogling them. Some of the girl's bore the marks of the whip, the red welts marking their otherwise perfect milky flesh to bear testament to their treatment prior to the sale. Each had a number ink-stamped on the top of their left breast, identifying them as the item later to be bid for and so that the prospective buyers could identify their selection. Out of the side door the line of girls was marched, out in to the hall to halt, still in their line, before and at the foot of the wide stage.
It was Frampton that set the scene, he moved along the line in front of the girls, pausing often to feel a breast, cup a pussy or pinch at a bare buttock. "See for yourselves," he announced loudly, pausing to face his audience of eager buyers. "What a marvellous selection of fresh, young beauties we have on offer. Young girls all over eighteen - just - their bodies awakening to full sexual development. Please! Inspect them, handle the goods and see for yourselves what firm, fresh bodies are offered for your delight this night."
There was a surge as the eager buyers moved in, hands reaching out to feel and touch, to savour the firm young flesh on offer and to begin make their choice of the items they wished to bid for. The girls squealed and sobbed, tried to pull back but were completely engulfed by the seething mass of sexually hungry buyers. Hands roamed their naked bodies, feeling at their breasts, their pussies, their backsides and their thighs, stroking, pinching, some smacking and others even licking and kissing. Some of the girls, when touched by the two women buyers, threw their heads back and wailed in utter disgust as another female touched and felt at their sexual parts. For half-an-hour or more the dreadful inspection had gone on and now, all showed relief when finally the rough mauling had ended, stood snivelling and weeping as the crowd moved back away from them.
"Please take your seats, ladies and gentlemen!" Frampton called out loudly above the excited chatter. "Then the auction can begin."
As the guests took their seats in the rows of chair set out facing the stage, the girls were marched around, up the side steps and up onto the stage. There they were arranged in a line facing out over the vast audience, naked and shackled as goods on sale. Frampton, a long cane gripped in his right hand, stood to one side of the first girl in the line and waited for the murmurs and chatter to die down a little. Then he began. He raised the cane and touched the tip to the left breast of the young redheaded girl, flicked the tip of it at her nipple to draw a round of giggling from the audience. "Number one. A neat little redhead, not virgin..."
"Not after you have been at her!" someone shouted from the rear of the audience to raise yet another roar of laughter to lighten the proceedings.
"... But not well-used either!" Frampton countered. "Her backside is unexplored and the bitch doesn't like her mouth being used." He paused to grin at several men in the audience, "But I feel sure several of you would soon cure that!"
He lifted the cane slightly and brought it down sharply to whack her bare tit and to draw a yelp of pain from the girl and a cheer of excitement from the crowd. "The starting price for this delightful little slut is... Three-thousand pounds!"
The cheering was loud and the bidding frantic. Up to four thousand, then to five and then onto five seven-fifty. Three times the final bidding price was called and then, the bidder had gained his prize. To much laughter and cat-calling, the red-faced and excited man, his bald head gleaming with light coating of perspiration, made his way up to the stage. The front of the man's trousers displayed his pleasure at his buy, the lump in his trousers clear to all as he walked. The girl was unshackled from the line but remained with her wrists handcuffed before her. To stamping and cheering the screaming slut was led away by her new owner.
One of the women bidders leaned over to whisper to her female companion. "Her cute little arse will be well stretched if I know old Cry ton-Symes as I do. The dirty old bugger will ream her ring mercilessly."
He companion nodded agreement and said wistfully. "Shame. I wouldn't have minded licking her pussy myself."
The first woman gave a chuckle. "You can always pay him a visit once he has tired of his new toy and, get to taste her free of charge."
The answer was drowned out by the loud cheering as the bidding began on the second girl. It was a neat little brunette, a little older at around twenty but nice enough she was still and, her huge tits made her the centre of attention as Frampton rested the cane on top of one of her great orbs.
"Three-thousand five hundred, do I hear six?"
He certainly did! The shouts were many and loud as most all in the room bayed and called their offering. Up and up the bidding went, reaching a heady eight thousand pounds before only two remained in the contest, one male and the other female. That bidding then continued to ten thousand when the triumphant male won the day and took his place on the stage to claim his prize.
The say the evening was a success would be an understatement. Many gained new sex slaves and many more simply enjoyed the thrill and buzz of the auction and the viewing. Deals were made, sharing later the girls for payment, thereby halving the monies laid and again increasing the pleasure gained by all.



***


The next morning, ex-major Lancaster-Symes rose early, and in more ways than one. He breakfasted quickly and dismissed his butler for the day, leaving him alone with his new slave, nothing was going to spoil his fun and already his ageing cock was pulsing a throb of great need.
Down the basement steps he went, with a lightness of a far younger man, his face flushed with excitement and his heart beating ten to the dozen. With trembling hand he unlocked the heavy oak door and pushed it open, the ancient hinges creaking noisily and then stepped in to the darkened, musky basement. He reached for the light switch and flicked it, instantly bathing the cold stone walls and flagstone floor in bright and dazzling light. His cock reared as he saw her, as he had left her the night before, naked and chained to the metal ring in the wall, the pretty blonde slut that he had bid so high for. The bitch was cowered back, her knees drawn up to her chest protectively and her one free arm held across her breasts in an attempt to cover her nakedness.
"Well!" he stated loudly, his deep voice booming in the silence of the large basement room, "What a pretty little thing you are!"
He laughed at her pathetic snivelling and reached to the wall hanger for a cane. "Are you going to be a compliant slave or a rebellious one, I wonder?"
"Let me go!" the girl screamed at him, her bottom lip quivering and new tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.
The major nodded and sighed regretfully. "Ah. It seems that my question has been answered." He lashed in with a sideways swing that cracked the hard shaft of the cane wickedly hard across the outside of her left thigh, sending her into a fit of piercing screams and a thrashing of her body that fully portrayed the pain she received from it. He watched as her young, slim body writhed and bucked in agony, his cock pulsing a beautiful dull throb in response to the marvellous sight. "Will you be obedient now?"
"Fuck off! Fuck off you old pervert!"
He whipped her bare legs again, three rapid and hard strokes of the cane that caught across her calves, her upper thigh and then across her knee to crack hard on the bone there. He waited whilst she screeched and wailed for some long minutes and then as her wailing gradually reduced, he asked her again. "Will you obey or will you suffer?"
The girl held out her free arm, palm outmost in a calming gesture. She sucked in gulps of air as she sobbed and managed between them to respond, "Please. Please don't hurt me. What must I do? Just don't hit me again."
He felt his cock rear within his trousers and a bolt of sensation rip through his full balls. "You have to comply with my commands," he said easily. "I instruct and you obey. Fail to do so and I whip you, it is as simple as that."
The sobbing girl hesitated and looked warily at the cane. She nodded her head to shake prettily her pigtails at the sides of her head, sniffed heavily and croaked, "Okay. I will do as you say, just please, please, don't hurt me."
"Stand up," he panted, leering hungrily at her pale young body and trying to look between the tops of her thighs at her pussy. He ogled her greedily as she struggled to her feet and then more blatantly as the girl stood with her head down, one knee across the other to cover herself and her free arm held across her breasts. "Stand up straight and drop your arm to your side. Let me see your body in all its beautiful glory."
He felt a surge of power and control as the lovely little bitch complied and he ogled her more, his gaze roaming her from head to foot, taking in the blonde fuzz of hair covering her pussy lips and the dark pegs of her nipples. A strange calm came over him, his chest swelled out and his cock stiffened more so to a hard pulsing ache. "Turn and face the wall."
"Please," she whimpered pleadingly. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want but please don't hurt me... Eeeeeeeeouch!"
The cane struck hard across the side of her leg to make her squeal sharply in pain and to instantly comply with his instructions. The girl faced the wall, her nipples almost touching the cold stonework and her bare backside presented to him. She stood trembling in fear of him and flinching often in expectation of a stinging lash of the cane. But it didn't come. She sensed him behind her, she gasped and steeled herself, he was undressing! Oh God! No, please no! No that, she couldn't take an old man like him... She shuddered in repulsion as she felt his hand touch gently on her buttocks and swallowed back the bile building in her throat. It was horrible, he was horrible, she hoped and prayed that he would be content only to touch and not to... To... She broke down sobbing, her shoulders heaving under the profound gulps of those sobs.
The major was now naked, his long and thick cock standing up in a pulsing stiff erection that he hadn't attained in ages. He was panting, his breathing rasping and laboured as he cupped her sweet little buttocks with one hand and savoured the warm, firm feel of the young naked beauty before him. He used his thumb and fingers to knead and to feel, pressing often into the firm, warm cleft between her buttocks and his middle fingertip hooking up between her legs to brush against her pussy lips. Throughout his groping of her he muttered softly under his breath, inaudible words but those that every man could imagine given the same situation. When he had taking his fill of feeling her backside he moved in closer behind her and slipped an arm around her body, cupped her left breast and weight the heavy, warm orb reverently. As the head of his cock touched against the crease of her backside she shuddered and tensed, a little gasp of feared shock escaping her lips to add to his sense of thrill and pounding excitement. He lifted the warm breast a little and squeezed, it, covered it with his large hand and then began paying attention to her nipple. As he rolled the firm bud between his finger and thumb he pressed the head of his cock harder against the taut valley her buttocks created and took-in the marvellous sensations the electrifying contact produced for him.
"You will be a good slave," he muttered and jerked his hips to rub his cock up and down the crease of her backside. "But first, you must know the consequences of refusing me."
It took a moment for the girl to realise what he meant and then she began a heartfelt pleading through her sobs. "I don't like pain. Please don't hit me. I will serve you. I will do as you say but please don't..."
"It is necessary," he said in a firm and even tone. "You must know what to expect for defiance. After that, and if you continue to please me, you will not suffer pain - only pleasure."
He took a step back, raised the cane and lashed down hard on the tops of the mounds of her buttocks. A jolting thud shot through his cock as she squealed out in agony, her hips jerked forward in reaction and the front of her naked body pressed against the cold stone wall of the basement. The little bitch continued to scream and wail as the second lash swung in, slicing brutally hard across the very tips of her buttocks and so hard that they were depressed under the force of the blow. Instantly a vivid red welt appeared on her pale skin, bluish in places as the bruising began to show. Again he lashed her naked backside and then again, swinging in hard with the cane to lay stripe after stripe of the hard cane across her pert little buttocks. So thrilling was the act that he almost came with the excitement of it and, after just eight lashes, was forced to pause or to risk coming and spoiling the session.
The ageing major stood watching the naked slut, pressed against the wall as she was, her forehead pressed against the cold stones and her entire body racked by great sobs of misery. There was a rattle as the cane dropped to the stone floor, a moment's silence from him as he moved in behind her and then a high-pitched squeal from the girl as he pressed the front of his body hard against the back of hers. Hard in he pressed, crushing her between him and the wall, his hard cock pressed flat down along and between the valley of her firm buttocks and both his hands gripping firmly on her narrow hips.
"Nooooooooooooo!" she wailed and tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent him entry to her sex. It was useless though, in only deft and rapid move of his hips he pulled back slightly, angled the head of his cock down between the backs of her thighs and pushed the head of his cock between them. It thrilled him that she tensed and held her breath as his cock head located in the slit of her warm, moist pussy and even more so as it found the even warmer hole of the entrance to her sweet little cunt. The major grunted like a pig as he pushed in and up, feeding his thick cock up into her sex as the slut squealed and wriggled like a snake in a useless attempt to prevent him doing so. Up and in he pushed, moaning his pleasure at the feel of her warm insides gripping around his huge shaft. Harder he pinned her to the wall, sandwiching her between him and the stone work, trapping her immovably and thereby stemming her struggles. Hard up into her he drove his cock, matching her move as she raised up onto tiptoe to ease the pain of the huge thing forcing up her. He could feel her cunt stretching and gripping around the lower part of his cock and the upper part? That was enveloped in the warm, delicate membranes of her pussy and such a delightful feel it was too. Those wonderful sensations were increased whenever she moved or screamed, her wet insides clamping around and massaging marvellously his hard and pulsing cock. Up and up he pushed until she was fully stretched up on her toes and his cock was fully buried up inside her warm body.
"You dirty little bitch," he breathed in her ear and pulled harder back on her hips to try to get even more of his long cock into her. Panting loudly and hard now he began thrusting into her, pumping his huge cock in and out of her stretched cunt hole and battering her insides with great length to make her howl in pain and defeat as her cunt hole was soundly fucked. "Never had one like this, eh?" he chuckled and slammed his body hard against hers as he lunged in. "Bigger than those of the boys of your age eh? Slut!"
Brutally he rammed his hips against her, jerking them upward on the end of each inward thrust to add to the penetration and to her discomfort. Oh, how he loved to hear them squeal. Frantically pumping his great hips and holding tightly to her narrow hips he drove his cock into her in a merciless fucking of her young and little-used pussy. Her entire front was slammed in turn against the wall, her billowing tits squashed and scraped on the stonework as he took her roughly, brutally and uncaringly. Finally the major began to grunt, he tensed and slowed his pace a little. Seconds later he locked rigid in tension, a great sigh and then a low rattle came from his throat and then he shot his load of cum far up into her sweet little body. His great hands retained the firm grip on her hips as he spurted up her, shooting wads of hot, thick cum into her sex and sating himself completely by using the little slut's cunt hole.
He pulled out, triumphant and proud, his cock smeared with her juices and streaks of blood from the stretching he had given her. The major watched a blobs of his cum dribbled from her reddened sex lips and slit before dripping down onto to the floor. He watched on as the weeping girl's legs gave way and she sunk down, her naked front slithering down the wall to crumple her in a sobbing heap in the corner of the basement.
"Now we know the rules," he said firmly and pushed his chest out. "I will leave you now to recover and then, we can begin training you in how properly to serve me."
It was a proud and pleased major that walked out of the basement, locked the door and walked up the stairs with a new spring in his step. He purchase had proved a good investment and, he grinned, it would get better still yet.


***


Frampton greeted his two Arab guests formally and politely before leading them up the steps at the front of the mansion and into the house itself. He knew well of the cultural code when doing business with his Arabian clients, never talk business before coffee and food had been shared. He adhered to that rule too, strictly so, his sizeable income depended on it. Into his private lounge he led them, standing back to allow them to pass through the door first, another courtesy he had learned in the past - and to his financial cost. He didn't like their dress of formal Arab robes but said nothing. To him they were cumbersome and ungainly but, he didn't have to wear them and was glad of that.
He had the butler serve the coffee and biscuits, a maid at this point would not be apt and, could detract from the sale being made and that, he didn't want marred in anyway whatsoever. For over an hour they chatted, on every subject and aspect of those subjects, spinning out the customary time of grace before even mentioning business. It was a tiring and tedious time but, a most necessary on and he endured it rather than accepted it. Eventually that time arrived, prompted by the large of the two Arabs whom he knew to be called Hussein, they rarely gave their true names but, did he care? Their money was good and that was all that mattered.
"English girls?" the big bearded man asked with a flicker of devilment in his eyes and his snake-like tongue whetting his bloated lips lecherously.
"Of course," Frampton retorted slightly annoyed, he had made that clear right from the start and didn't need checking upon. "All between eighteen and twenty. Neat and petite in the main, with only one or two of them tall. Mostly blondes, as you outlined and only little used or virgin - again as you requested."
The big Arab nodded and glanced to his companion, obviously impressed with Frampton's efficiency and attention to detail.
"And before you ask," Frampton added, "I have set quarters aside for you for two nights, in the guest annexe to the rear of the house. There you may test the goods and assure yourselves of the quality."
"Excellent!" The big Arab extolled and lounged back in a grandiose and arrogant style. "I do so find your British hotels to be... Shall we say... somewhat lacking in taste."
Frampton ignored the insult in the cause of making sales. "I have a selection of girls for you to view, shall we begin?" He didn't wait for their confirmation but simply signalled to the butler standing back to the side of the room and half-hidden by the floor to ceiling curtains. It was his way of not allowing the big spending Arabs to control completely. Within a moment the first of the girls was dragged in.
She was shackled hand and foot by heavy chains and even heavier looking steel clamps around her slim wrists and delicate little ankles. The girl was small and blonde, naked from the waist up but covered around her groin area by a neat little loincloth, exactly as Arab buyers were known to desire. She was gagged, her mouth stretched wide by the rolled cloth pulling into it and around her head and her blue eyes wide and staring in stark terror. Partially carried and partially shuffling, the girl was hauled in by two beefy attendants, big and ugly men dressed as door stewards and, that would look at home in any gangster movie one might care to name.
The bigger of the two Arabs uncrossed his legs and sat forward in his seat as the girl was brought forward, his leering gaze flicking rapidly and greedily from one part of her body to the next. Silently he sat ogling her, his great interest in her obvious although, as Frampton knew well, Arab buyers would always display only mild interest in a piece that he wished to purchase. They never could resist the thrill of bartering and lowering the prices that they could anyway well afford to pay. The big man waved his hand, beckoning the two attendants to bring her closer and as they did, he reached out to touch, sliding his upturned hand between the tops of her thighs and cupped her pussy mound and sex lips in his big palm. His expression further portrayed his delight as he felt and stroked her, feeling at her backside, her slender thighs and up to her naked breasts to squeeze each one in turn, roughly and spitefully. "I will try this one this evening," he said, his tone quavering and his excitement obvious even though he was going to some pains to play down his delight.
Over the course of the next hour a total of seven girls were paraded before them and all were accepted, several more readily than others. Two were to be tried and tasted that very evening, three during the following day and the remaining two the second evening. Judging by the Arab's ready acceptance and the way he leered and touched, Frampton felt certain that he had now seven more sales firmly under his belt. He them added his ace card to ensure the deal and had drinks served whilst the little slut was made ready.
"This little piece of entertainment," Frampton explained as he seated himself next to the Arabs and cleared the floor area before them for the show, "I feel certain will be to your liking."
To the dramatic strains of drum music a huge black man entered, his body oiled and gleaming ebony as his ample muscles rippled. Tall, well-built and athletic the man, a simple loincloth of gold covering his groin, marched in confidently and adopted an arrogant stance with his powerful arms crossed over his great chest. Gripped firmly in his right hand was the handle of a whip, the thin leather thongs of which, dangled down menacingly as far as his hip.
A moment passed to add to the tingling anticipation and then the wailing began. From behind the heavy curtains the framework and the girl was wheeled in, her kneeling and roped securely to the heavy wooden framework.
The girl, a petite little brunette of no more than eighteen, was on her knees, her upper body pulled forward over a horizontal cross member and her wrists tied firmly to the base of the frame and trolley. Her ankles and knees also were bound, thick ropes pulling and holding her knees and legs apart, presenting her pert little backside and exposing her pussy and anus in marvellous offering. She was sobbing softly but that changed to a pathetic long and high-pitched wailing as she caught sight of the three seated men ogling her nakedness.
The trolley was wheeled into position in the centre of the floor before them and the attendants retired, leaving the big black man as the only other person present on the clear area of the room. The moment the door closed and they were left alone, the black man moved around to stand to her side, his enormous black thighs and feet clumping like tree trunks in their thickness. His huge arm lifted, the thin leather strands of the whip dangling down his back and then, with a loud grunt, he swung down hard.
To a man they jolted physically as the whip lashed across the girl's backside, their delight evident on their faces and by the movement of their cocks under their clothing. The three men sat silently watching the girl buck and writhe in pain and listening to her heartfelt screeching as the pain and agony burned through her. The excitement rose again as the big black man lifted the whip again, paused and then lashed down harder still. The entire trolley and framework jolted under the impact of the lash and the jarring of her little body, the thin leather strands cutting cruelly across the pale mounds of her presented buttocks. The raw red marks left on her skin fully displayed the cruelty with which the lashes were laid on her and the girl howled the place down as she struggled and fought at the bonds holding her. Two more lashes were laid on her, one more on her buttocks and one across her back, the ends of the leather strips whipping around and under her body to sting at the side of her right tit.
Then the black man dropped the whip, lifted his loincloth and unhooked his cock from the strap holding it up. The Arabs and even Frampton, gasped in awe at the size of the man's appendage. It was enormous! Long and thick and dangling in semi-erection, it hung down almost to his knee and began twitching and stiffening now free of its restraining strap. The girl, on looking up to see the monster cock, paused, frozen in time, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide and staring in utter disbelief that an man could possess such a weapon.
"Marvellous!" the big Arab stated firmly and gripped at his own stiff cock through his robes. "I will much enjoy seeing this little bitch take that thing up her." His companion agreed and both edged to the front of their seats, ready and more than willing to view the coming action.
The girl screeched frantically and renewed her useless struggling as the smiling black man moved around behind her, his huge cock held in his right hand and pulling away the loincloth with his left.
"The little slut is really going to experience a whole new sensation," the Arab chuckled and rubbed his hands gleefully.
The black man knelt behind her, on the base of the trolley and between her parted legs. Hi gripped her hips with both his big hands and positioned himself with the big cock head close to the slit of her cunt. Like a ripe-tomato the bloated head of his cock looked huge against the size of her soft, delicate pink slit and the black , rubbery shaft of his thick cock donkey-like in proportion to her small hole. As the big head touched against and pressed into her slit the bitch screamed in terror and the black man roared a mocking laugh. He laughed louder still as did the Arabs when he pressed harder and her cunt lips began to be stretched wide. Harder in her pushed, easing his enormous cock unto her tight cunt hole, holding her hips to gain purchase and to force himself into her.
Frampton and the two Arabs watched in silent wonder as the pink lips of her cunt were wrenched wide, struggling to open out around and to grip tightly around the great thick shaft of his cock. They watched on as the big head popped in, drawing a tailing scream of pain from the tethered girl and then shouted encouragement as he began feeding more and more of his long cock up into her young body. Their excitement increased with the loud screeching of the girl and gasped in awe as her cunt hole was forced wide by his huge invader. The pleasure increased again as the girl began gagging, the length of the cock up her more than most women could take. Blood appeared around the seal formed by her cunt lips around his cock, demonstrating clearly the dreadful stretching her cunt was being subjected to.
Up and up the cock slipped in, up until almost all of it was inside her and the girl was retching with nausea caused by her insides being touched by it. That loud gagging and retching increased as the black man began fucking her, pumping his powerful hips in a slow and steady rhythm to ream her tight hole most cruelly with his great girth and length.
The watching men muttered encouragement as they savoured the girl's small body being brutally battered by the huge black man, his forceful lunges jarring her violently and the heavy wooden frame beneath her also. Faster he fucked her and then faster still, ramming in so hard that the girl's head jerked and lolled, her entire body jolted under the slamming of his hips against her and she gagged continuously under the frantic pounding she was receiving.
The big black man lunged and thrust, driving his cock hard up into her small cunt hole and then pulling back out until just the big head remained inside her body. Then he rammed hard back up to give her a fucking like no other. The man was a veritable stallion with both his stamina and his strength, employing both to pound himself against her and his long cock far up into her young body. For some five full minutes he fucked the bitch brutally and uncaringly, slowing only as he began to experience the first ripples of pre-orgasm. He grunted as then quickened his pace, his head lolled back and his buttocks pumped faster still and then he cried out as he came and shot the first jet of his hot cum up into her. To the cheering of Frampton and the Arabs, the Black man shot several jets of cum into her and then pulled out, holing his cock head close to her cunt slit as it pulsed and spat far more jets onto her. Powerful jets of thick, sticky cum shot out, splattering and coating her bleeding cunt hole, her pussy lips, up the underside of her naked body and then up and over onto her back.
Loud and genuine applause came from the Arabs and Frampton as the last of the jets of cum soiled her pale, tortured body and it was with much pride that Frampton turned to his guests and asked brightly, "Delightful would you say?"
The Arabs could not extol their delight adequately, they shook Frampton's hand enthusiastically and slapped him on the back with sincere gratitude. Then, the big Arab's tone and expression became serious. "The black man forms part of the deal," he said, his breathing still laboured with pumping excitement. "I want him to entertain some of the sluts in my harem."
Frampton smiled and nodded his agreement. "I'll wager that will create a few screams amongst the gathered ladies of your household."
The big Arab roared with laughter at the comment, "Just as well that I have so many for some will be out of action for a while after that thing has been up them."
The three laughing men retired to the terrace, to take tea and to conclude the first part of the business of the day, then for the Arabs to be settled into their accommodation, and to prepare to sample some of the merchandise for themselves.


***



They sat in the parked car watching and waiting. Just down the street from the large office block that bordered the fringe of the town and the housing estates beyond that made up the suburbs. Two large men dressed in black suits, not fat men but fit men, able and capable when it came to physical effort. They had watched the building for her for over an hour now and, as lunchtime neared, the anticipation and excitement built within them.
"There!" one said urgently, pointed and strained his eyes to try to focus more on the pretty little slut. "The blonde in the little blue skirt."
His companion zoomed in on her instantly, glanced down at the photograph of her he had been given and nodded. "That's her!"
They tailed her, along the road, down several sides streets and toward the park. Both men ogled the pert little backside of the girl as it wiggled and rolled, swishing her little pleated skirt so sexily that it kept them at a state of constant arousal. Her legs were shapely and her thighs slim, her waist narrow and her tits neat but ample. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail that bobbed prettily as she walked and in all, they could see why Frampton had marked her out as a captive. Just before she entered the park gates they drew the car up alongside her, wound down the window and called to her for directions. As she leaned in, her face close to the open car window to respond, the passenger acted. His big arm shot out ad his hand grasped her ponytail in a firm and unbreakable grip, in one hard yank and with her slim legs flailing wildly, he hauled her through the window and into the car. It took all of about three seconds for him to trap her arms to her sides by circling his arm around her slight body and for his other hand to clamp firmly across her mouth. The driver swiftly injected her in the lower arm and within a few seconds more the girl was sitting silently on his lap, her eyes glazed and her entire body limp. The passenger held he to him, her lovely warm backside pressing down on his pulsing stiff cock and with one of his hands now covering and feeling at her left tit. He pushed his other hand up under the girl's little skirt, worked his hand inside her tiny panties and amused himself fingering her warm, moist cunt with his thick fingers.
"Nice and wet!" he gushed as he eased her thighs wider with one hand and worked his fingers up deeper into her slumped body. "This one ids tight too! Bet she is virgin." He pulled his fingers out and put them under the nose of the driver for him to sniff and to take in the thick musky scent of her sex.
"Not virgin," the driver said excitedly.
The passenger disagreed. "Too tight to have been used much at all and, I think never once."
The driver gave a wicked grin as he turned the car off the main road and headed toward the woodland on the brow of a hill. "She won't be virgin when she arrives at the mansion - if you get my drift."
The passenger pondered for a moment and then smiled himself. "Frampton will never know."
"Exactly." The driver said bringing the car to a halt in a part of the wood shaded by thick trees and overhanging branches. "Get the bitch out and across the bonnet of the car."
Together they lifted and carried the slumped girl, laid her on her back on the front of the car and eagerly pulled her little panties down and off. The passenger was first, he got in between her legs and pushed his cock up her in one even and unhurried thrust. "Mmmm, so warm and tight!" He began pumping his cock in and out of her cunt hole, the girl blissfully unaware that her pussy was being used, nor of the hands feeling her tits through her clothing as her body was jarred under the increasing pace of the fucking. Lifelessly she lay there, staring up at the sky and with her legs apart as the stiff cock pistoned back and forth and in and out of her cunt.
"Don't come up her," the driver cautioned. "If we leave cum inside her, Frampton will know."
The passenger did just that, he pulled out of her cunt, turned to the side and then shot his load onto the leafy ground of the woodland. Immediately his place was taken by the driver, the bigger of the two men. He pushed his cock up into the girl's tight little cunt hole and began a fucking so hard that she was jerked and jarred most brutally as the car rocked beneath her. The flesh trader had gained another item to sell on to his eager clients and the girl, she had received two lengths of hard cock up her - even if she was completely unaware of it. But there would be more to come for her, much more than she could even had wanted.


***


The larger of the two Arabs was delighted with his accommodation. Not only was it a large and luxuriously furnished apartment but, it had a specially fitted room included, one that suited his purpose precisely. The equipment inside and the ancillary items offered catered for all his needs - admirably so. Frampton, he felt, had a clear understanding of his client's requirements and obviously went all out to provide for them.
The wooden table was rough and worn with use, the grain of the wood worn smooth in places and in others, spiky with the raised grain to form a prefect torture base onto which to strap his chosen slut for the night. Wide leather straps were riveted firmly to each corner and to the side of the room a glass-fronted cupboard that clearly displayed the fine array of implements and equipment contained within. Slowly he browed the items, marvelling at some but instantly seeing the uses they could be put to and others, though familiar to him, a welcome sight that had his mind whirling with possibilities. Whilst he waited for the girl to be brought to him the big Arab handled the various items, his smile broadening and his cock stiffening by the minute.
It was perhaps five or six minutes later that he answered the door, to two beefy attendants, one each either side of a tethered girl and each smiling as broadly as the Arab. Dutifully, and willingly, he tipped the men, accepted the girl inside his apartment and closed the door on them, locking it securely before turning his attentions to the delightful little slut they had brought him.
She was gagged and bound, dressed only in a pair of skimpy white panties and with her feet hobbled with thick and rough hemp rope. The girl was small and neat, a blue-eyed blonde with a most shapely figure and nice sized tits that were firm and sticky-out, her orbs in perfect proportions to the rest of her body. Her cute little backside was a delight, firm and taut, rounded and also jutting out from the gentle slope of the small of her back. Her hands were bound behind her back and that, wasn't to his liking, he preferred free access and sight of her backside, hands, her felt, should always be tied in front, in slave like and more subservient style. But what the hell, she would soon be otherwise tied and, she was a free sample. A sample that he relished and longed to taste, he felt surges of pulsing sensation throb through his cock at the thought.
He began by feeling her, touching her tits and arse but, deliberately avoided touching her sweet little cunt, that would be saved for later and appreciated all the more for the waiting. All over her firm, warm tits he felt, flicking her rubbery nipples often and delighting in her look of great young and utter innocence. All over her pale body he felt, marvelling at the firmness of her skin and the muscles beneath stroking and caressing, muttering and grunting his approval and, all the time his cock stiffening in hardness until it was throbbing so much it ached.
"Into the passageway," he ordered her gruffly and pointed, aware that her ankles were hobbled, but that simply added to the thrill and, of course, her inability to comply. When the bitch made no progress he slapped her backside hard, so hard that it stung his big palm as it cracked brutally across the left cheek of her scantily covered buttocks. Her muffled squeal of pain and the way her hips jerked forward in reaction to the sharp pain delighted him and he slapped her again, harder this time. The satisfying feel of his hand smacking her was tremendous and he continued to spank her backside as the wailing little bitch waddled clumsily forward, into and along the corridor. By the time they reached the 'special room' her buttocks were a mass of red blotches and the bitch was wailing loudly into her gag, both of these elements pleased him but more so when she halted abruptly at the sight of the contents of the room.
"Playtime," he said in a low and sinister tone and then laughed aloud as he shoved and slapped her forward into the room.
The big Arab shut the door and removed his robes, the bitch when he lifted her onto the table would surely struggle like a scalded cat and, he wanted to savour fully her body against him as she wriggled and writhed in his arms. As he lifted the near naked girl and held her to him the side of her soft, warm hip crushed wonderfully against his stiff cock, sending marvellous sensations of pulsing sexual thrill buzzing through him. Those feelings were amplified as the girl began struggling, rubbing herself frantically if unintentionally harder against his throbbing erection. That struggling continued when he laid her on the tabletop, her sweet, young body thrashing around and often brushing against or pressing to his throbbing cock. The feel of her was a delight and the fact that she was wailing fully now added to his excitement.
It took some ten full minutes to release her hands from the rope and to get her wrists into the straps attached to the table. Not that he minded, the battle of strength and wits was a great thrill and it was with some reluctance that he fastened the buckles of the second strap to pin her upper body and arms down onto the table. The Arab paused there to watch her beautiful body bucking and writhing, the girl, now with her arms pulled out wide to the sides could only use her hips and bound feet but she did so with gusto. He waited for her to exhaust herself, he had found that legs were far stronger and sometimes more difficult to handle. If he let her thrash around for a while his task would be made easier and, he actually like seeing the slut wriggle and buck her hips, it excited him all the more that she was doing so. Eventually he moved in, leaned his body down onto and to trap her legs and untied the rope, retying them with one length still around her ankle and this he looped through the chain dangling from the ceiling above. Pulling hard he raised her one leg high, continuing to pull until the sole of her foot was up toward the ceiling and her left leg raised vertically. With her screaming into her gag he raised the other leg, binding it tightly, then lopping the rope through the second chain and pulled up on that one also. Within a few minutes he had the slut on her back, her arms pulled out to the sides and strapped down, her legs raised and pulled wide apart and her pussy gusset fully accessible to him.
It had been a marvellous struggle. The bitch had fought hard and in that had made him harder than, a pleasing erection that pulsed and throbbed his high level of arousal. Now she was helpless and as he wanted her, he leaned in over the end of the table, brought his head between her parted thighs and his nose lose to her crotch and sniffed. Many times he drank in the heady scent of her sweet cunt and, that it was so thinly veiled by her skimpy panties, increased the thrill for him manifold. He could discern the outline of her puffy sex lips and the crack between them, the material slightly damp and, perhaps, he imagined, a tad stained from her bodily secretions.
Whack! He slapped his hand down sharply onto her pussy mound, the fingers striking her clit and mound and the palm hitting on her sex lips. Such joy! The bitch bucked her body frantically, jerking around like a clockwork mouse as she wriggled and writhed in agony. He loved the way her head thrashed around and lifted from the table, her eyes wide in shocked horror and she was screaming wildly into her gag.
Slap! He smacked her gusset again. Slap! Slap! Slap! Rhythmically he spanked her cunt, flicking the slaps of his hand so as to increase the sting and marvelling at the feel of the firm wad of her gusset where her panties lightly protected her slit. Eighteen times he spanked her gusset and then, panting hard in wild thrill, he used the tip of his middle finger to gently ease the gusset of her little panties to one side.
"Oh! By Allah! What a prize!" he gasped as the puffy lips of her pussy and the moist, glistening pink inner lips came into view. Immediately he dipped his hooked nose in, down into the soft folds of her cunt and sniffed more heavily to take in both the feel and the scent of her. For a few moments he smelt her cunt and then began licking, using his tongue to run up and down the crack of her pussy and down onto the warm, puckered ring of her anus. Marvellous!" he muttered and licked on, plunging his tongue far up into her wet, warm cunt hole and curling it around to fully explore her delicate interior. As his excitement increased and his tongue lapped and licked, he began ripping at her panties, tearing the material from her body without pausing in his oral ministrations. Once her cunt was fully bared and the panties completely removed he sucked on her sex, pursing his lips to suck in her clit and to hold it in a powerful vacuum that had the slut squirming and writhing around on the table. He licked her for some long time and then pulled away to stand at the end of the table looking down on her, a gloating grin on his wet face and his cock twitching in rapid little spasms of reactive delight.
"You smell and taste wonderful!" he chuckled. "Rarely do I get to experience such a perfumed and sweet tasting slit as yours."
With his cock swaying and bobbing in stiff erection the Arab moved over to the cabinet and carefully selected the items he wanted. A large rubber butt-plug, a long and thick latex dildo, three nipple clamps and a long and flat strip of rubber. With the care and expertise of a surgeon he placed each item carefully on the end of the table close to her naked backside. He greased the butt-plug with equal care, not too much gel but just enough to ease its passage, he didn't want to damage her anal ring - not yet leastways. The Arab paused to move around the table and stood over the girl displaying the large butt-plug to her. "For this part I like to hear your comments," he sniggered and ripped the gag away from her mouth. His ears crackled with the volume of her screaming and noted how her lovely tits rose and swelled out as she sucked in air to scream, this wonderful bitch simply got better and better he felt.
When he pressed the rounded end of the butt-plug to her tiny arse-hole the girl screamed non-stop but, as he increased the pressure and her hole began to expand she felt silent, panting hard it locked in tension. Then, as her ring was wrenched wide and the wide plug pushed up her she screeched a wail that could surely be heard clear across the grounds of the mansion. Up and up he pushed, forcing the huge plug up her arse and pushing in until the two side flanged pressed against the cheeks of her buttocks. The way the little slut was writhing and bawling he deduced that she was not content with having her arse hole invaded and so, for good measure, gripped the handle and twisted it around a few times to add to her discomfort and pain. Then he inserted the big latex dildo, having some difficulty working it up into her cunt hole but managed to do so with the addition of more gel and a lot of pushing. The girl screamed non-stop as the latex dildo scraped the thin membrane separating her vaginal tract from that of her anal tract, both dildos rubbing against each other with their great widths. Eventually he was done and it amused him that her thrashing around had stopped, fear of movement was overcoming her natural reaction to wriggle and, given the two great rubber plugs up her, he couldn't blame her one bit. The sight of her two tight holes stretched so impossibly wide was a joy for him and, the way her eyes were locked open, wide and staring in fear added to the thrill for him.
He pinched open the jaws of the little silvered nipple clamps and held it over her right nipple, pausing to look down at her pretty face as he released the pressure and the jaws clamped shut around her soft bud. As her rubbery teat was crushed her body bucked and juddered, inducing the movement of her body around the dildos and creating for her a second series of painful waves to accompany the first. There could be no doubt about the pain she was suffering for her screaming was both profound and loud, pleasing so the Arab felt. He clamped the second one onto her other nipple and watched her body undulating and jerking as the agony ripped through her and again listened to her heartfelt screeching. When he reached over to attach the third to her clitoris the bitch peed herself, her hot urine spraying out in a fan around the dildo and soaking her inner thighs, her backside and the top of the table. For many long minutes she jerked and shuddered as the pain in her tender bud tore through her body and mind, gone was care for the pain of the dildos and her hips pumped wildly up and down as she howled the scream of a dying cat. For many long minutes also he watched her, waiting for the frantic thrashing of her body to reduce a little and until her mind was fully focused on his actions and not just her pain.
The Arab picked up the long rubber strap and moved around to the side of the wide table. He held it as a cosh, the wide, flat strip of rubber, heavy in its thickness, formed a most wicked looking implement of pain and more so when he flicked it up and down to demonstrate it to her.
"Please," she whimpered softly, moving just her eyes and not daring to move either her head or body for fear of inducing pain from the two dildos, stretching her sex holes or of jarring again the nipple clamps. "Please..."
"Ah! You want me to whip you?" he taunted with a broad grin and chuckled as she wailed out loud. The big Arab lifted the rubber strap above her breasts and held it there threateningly. He chose the metal nipple clamps as his target and then lashed down at them.
"Waaaaaaaaggggggghhhh!" she screeched, her body jerked and her hips bucked, so hard did her muscles clamp in reactive seizure that the dildo up her cunt was forced clean out of her, a sloppy sound preceding the thud as the heavy rubber cock landed on the wooden table top.
"Tut, tut!" he scolded lightly and reinserted the warm, wet phallus up into her sex, this time forcing it harder and farther up into her stretched cunt to ensure that it remained there. Then he lashed down again at her tits, slamming the heavy rubber strap cruelly onto her soft orbs, striking the metal clamps brutally hard and sending her into a fit of screaming and writhing that fully portrayed her deep suffering. Again he whipped her tits and then again, slapping her pale orbs from the top, the underneath and then the top. It was on the fourth lash of the series that the girl passed out and he stood panting and excited as he waited for her to regain her senses.
Silently he ogled her, his cock pulsing and blobs of pre-cum oozing from the eye-hole to display his high level of excitement. Once the bitch came around he would lessen the power of the lashes and keep the bitch conscious, then he would sate himself in her and deposit his load of his cum deep up inside her beautiful young body. For several minutes he waited for her to rouse and to recover, allowing her a few minutes more on top of that to ensure that she was fully awake and fully aware of what was happing to her. It was important to him that she should know, it was an essential part of his pleasure that she knew.
"Back with us?" he chuckled and slapped the strap down onto her tits again, this time far more softly but the results were much the same. The bitch squealed and bucked her hips then screamed and wailed aloud, confirming to him that all of his devices were having full effect. Three more times he whipped her tits and then, struck down, not to hard though, onto her pussy mound. The heavy strap slapped hard onto the clamp attached to her clit and his cock jerked in reaction to her loud retching and screaming. Twice more he hit at her clit and then it was time. The Arab dropped the strap and moved around to the end of the table, rested his balls onto the piss-soaked tabletop and pulled the butt-plug out of her backside to a resounding scream from the blubbering girl. He pressed the head of his cock to the warm ring of her arse hole and pushed up in, forcing hard until the big head slipped inside and the little bitch went into a series of shuddering and jerking reactive throes. Up and in he pushed, feeding his long cock up into her tight arse hole and revelling in the way her little puckered ring stretched around and gripped his thick shaft. Up and up he pushed, working ever more of his length up her and bathing in the heartfelt screaming she was emitting. Once he was fully up inside her he rested there, savouring the warm, tight feel of her young body around his throbbing cock. Then he began to thrust.
With a savage fury he lunged into her, brutally fucking her backside, so hard and powerful were his lunges that her entire body was jerked and jolted and the table beneath them rocked under the pounding. He employed the full strength of his powerful body and the entire length of his cock to ram into her, forcing his stiff rod hard and far up into her tight anal tract. He took hold of her upright legs to gain extra purchase and lunged up even harder into her and until his belly slapped against the handle of the dildo up her cunt. As he rammed into her his belly forced the dildo harder up her, giving both her holes a good sound fucking and at the same time. The Arab panted and grunted as he pounded against her, driving his cock and the dildo brutally up into the squealing slut's body then, finally, he came. The man moaned and muttered as he shot his cum into her, his big cock twitching in jerking spasms to spurt jets of hot, thick cum up into her warm interior.
"Nice!" he stated firmly as he pulled out. "You, my sweet little bitch, are destined to join my harem..."
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
He laughed loudly and slapped her backside playfully. "And there, you can also taste the delights of female attentions. Some of my many concubines are rather partial to young females."
To say that the Arab was pleased with the sample would be an understatement. He had decided there and then to return to his desert home with at least five young and fresh western girls. He would not only use them himself of course but, they could also be used to entertain his guests and, as he knew well, Arabs were rather partial to young, white, Christian girls.


***


In the apartment next door his Arab companion grinned as he heard the loud screams coming through the walls, his companion it seemed, was enjoying himself much. He too was naked and his cock sticking up in hard erection, his preference though wasn't so much inducing pain as gaining pleasure. Like his colleague he liked fresh, young girls but, to touch and to feel, to admonish a little but not so much to hurt as to enjoy.
His little 'sample', if the big-titted girl could be so described, was naked also and bound securely. He liked them rounded and with meat on them, not the skinny little wretches that his friend enjoyed, he preferred his women to have plenty of flesh to feel and to get hold of. It was then one such as this that he had chosen as his 'sample', a big girl by usual standards but one that delighted him much. She was small and rounded, with enormous tits and long brown nipples. Her hips were wide and her arse full, just the way he liked them! Experience had taught him that fat women were so easily aroused, some just required a touch on their clits and they were away, others needed just their nipples touched but, one thing was for sure, fat women certainly rose to the occasion even if unwilling at the beginning.
He had the bitch on the floor, her knees drawn up and her wrists roped tightly to her ankles. This position he favoured, it naturally pulled the knees apart, left the tits free and held their arms down to their sides and on the floor whilst fully exposing their cunt holes for easy access.
This one, whilst sobbing and blubbering wasn't screaming, more sobbing softly at having been imprisoned but, more importantly, she didn't seem to fear sexual activity and that, sent shockwaves of sensation shooting through his cock and balls.
He stood over her, one foot either side of her body and looking down at her cunt, he lowered the silky scarf between her thighs and stroked it gently and lightly up and down the gaping slit of her pussy. For the first six or so strokes there was no reaction and then, the tell-tale signs of her hips beginning to move in response. That thrilled him, the bitch was beginning to respond, the dirty slut was getting horny for it. Up and down her slit he draped the soft, silky scarf, ensuring to drag it over her clit and delighted in the way her little peg stiffened and enlarged within its hooded covering. She was muttering protests for sure but they weren't convincing, her tone and the force of them indicating that she was receiving more please from it than she cared to display and that - really excited him.
Up over her tits and nipples he dragged the scarf, down over her ample belly and again down over her clit and wet pussy lips. Within minutes her protests had changed to moans of joy and sighs of delight, her hips were lifting to meet and urge the soft material to stroke and excite her and the Arab felt surges of sensation in his pulsing cock at the thought and sight of it. After a while he changed the scarf for the belt of his robes, a heavier and plaited belt that purely by its extra weight would apply more pressure onto her sensitive parts. Okay, the pressure would still be light - for the moment at least - but it would serve the purpose and increase her pleasure and in turn his. He dragged the belt up her slit and he shuddered as she cried out in delight. Up over her clit he pulled the belt and his cock reared up as she screamed out with joy, her thighs and knees trying naturally to close in together as the surges of sexual feelings coursed through her. For some five more minutes he teased and taunted her with the belt, until she was crying out for more and bucking her hips up lewdly to beg for more attention to her aching sex.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" she moaned in deep pleasure and wriggled her hips as he flicked the heavy belt onto her clit. He felt his cock grip in spasm and flicked at her gaping sex lips with the plaited belt, receiving a grateful moan from her and a terrific jolt in his cock for having done so. Slightly harder he lashed at her sex and was amazed at the way she howled her delight. Harder he whipped at her cunt and then harder still as the bitch bucked her hips and cried out in wild pleasure. Harder again he whipped at her slit but still the bitch wanted more. Wit all the force he could muster he swung down with the belt to land a stinging blow directly onto her clit and slit but still the bitch wailed out for more. He threw the belt aside and knelt, straddling her naked body, and sitting down on her chest, his arse pushed into her face and his balls resting in the soft, warm valley of her tits. His throbbing cock lay on the pillow her belly created to absorb the warm feel of her on the underside of his shaft being transmitted up into it. The Arab raised his hand, palm down and finger extended and slapped down on her mound, his fingertips striking down the wet, open slit of her cunt and her reaction was out of this world. Beneath him she bucked like a bronco, her hips throwing up to offer greedily her pussy, hungrily seeking more and harder slaps to feed the thrill and pleasure she was gaining. He willingly obligated and slapped her cunt hard, a pleasing squelching noise resulting as his fingers smacked onto her moist slit. Each time she bucked her warm, soft tits would grip around and envelope his balls, massaging them in a blanket of warm, female flesh.
The Arab cried out and then drew breath as the warm, flicking tip of her tongue sought his anal ring, the tip wriggling around until it located in the centre of his puckered ring. The sensations for him were indescribable and his cock went into a series of uncontrollable spasms in reaction to her tonguing and he slapped her cunt harder and faster as the thrill and excitement in his soared. Faster and harder he smacked her pussy, jerking his hips to rub his cock against her warm belly and rasping hard in his breathing as his sexual excitement moved toward its peak. It was then that the girl pushed her warm, wet tongue up into his arse hole and a white flash of extreme pleasure burst in his brain and his cock at the same time. Unable to hold back even had he wished to, his cock reared and he shot his load, a powerful jet of thick cunt spurted out onto her belly and cunt mound. So high was the intensity of the sensations for him that as her tongue pushed further up into his arse hole his cock spat stream after stream of thick cum onto her belly as he cried out at the ecstasy he was experiencing. It was at that moment and in reaction to the thick cum splattering her body that the big girl came to climax. Animal-like in her wild furious bucking she lunged her hips up high and forced her tongue even deeper up into his anus, her warm tits crushed around his balls to squeeze even more jets of cum from his jerking cock. Together the two naked people bucked and writhed in utter ecstasy, juice flowing readily from her sated cunt and thick cum globules from his cock coating her belly, cunt mound and the insides of her meaty thighs.
When finally he was done, the Arab collapsed forward to lay facedown on her, his head between her open thighs, sucking in air to try to regain and to level his breathing. Even though he hadn't fucked the bitch he had experienced one of the best sex acts he had ever enjoyed and, resolved that he would next time fuck the slut. This one was simply too good to want to let go, sample or not, she would now be his. He would make an offer to Frampton and, whatever the cost, would have her as his own. He jerked his hips to rub his cock up and down on her wet belly, sliding it back and forth on the coating of his own cum as the dirty bitch continued to lick and tongue his arse hole. This bitch, he felt, would serve him well in the coming months and years, a hot woman was worth ten unwilling ones he decided and promised himself to use her skills to the full and to gain the very most from the price he would pay for her.
As he dipped his head into her pussy and began licking at the thick tangy juices of her sex he felt his cock stirring and stiffening again. He was now so very glad he had made the trip to this awful country, England it seemed, did have some compensations for the dreadful weather and awful food. As he plunged his tongue deep up into her soft, wet cunt hole he imagined her in his desert harem, serving not only his needs but, those of his best friends too. Like it or not as the slut would but, he suspected, that this sex-hungry bitch would be only too willing to serve so, if only she knew what awaited her there. Arabs have a very different view of woman and of sex, even more so. He sniggered as she licked and tensed, her tongue exploring the inside of his arse hole was transporting him to paradise. Perhaps she might not be so willing when she finds out, he thought but, what the hell, she was after all - just a woman.



***


Frampton was delighted. Even after the first evening at his mansion the Arabs had purchased and in quantity, far greater quantity than he could have wished for. He had made a mint from them and was already planning his next sale, not for Arabs this time though, but for his regulars, the wealthy misfits that had more money than sense but, that kept him with a very nice income and nest egg for the future.
He picked up the phone and dialled, waited for the signalled answer and then spoke. "Three more blondes, four brunettes, another fat one and five assorted but slightly taller and to include at least one redhead." He then put down the phone and began planning, he had invitations to organise and, perhaps a little fun too - at the expense of the poor unfortunate sluts his men would select for him.



***


Roland Grantham was planning a session with his latest purchase, he had sold the other one on when he had tired of her. That was the beauty of Frampton's auctions, tire of your slut and sell her back to him, if at a loss, but a convenient and an ongoing change of new flesh to dally with during the long winter evenings.
He had had a pig of a day at the office and was in a foul mood when he returned home. He was curt with the servants, ate dinner alone and, raved and shouted a bit at the butler, if only to vent some of his anger and to make himself feel a little better. For his slave sessions he liked to be calm and he could already feel the excitement building, it was essential for him to rid himself of stress and anger to fully appreciate the delightful little slut he had acquired, he needed to savour the moments and not act in heated emotion. Some things in life, he felt, simply could not and should not be hurried.
Roland poured himself a brandy and sat down in the big armchair next to the roaring log fire, toasting his feet and ridding himself of the worries of the day. Soon, at his summoning, the butler would bring the little bitch to him and he could begin his session. He felt his cock shifting across the top of his thigh as it stirred in anticipation. Strange thoughts often come to people for no good reason and with no reason either as to timing. Roland was no exception, he felt - had always felt - that his butler indulged himself of a good groping of the girls when he brought them up from the cellars. Not that it mattered, quite the reverse in fact, it rather amused Roland to think of the doddery old sod mauling a nice young and near naked girl. A smile broke over his face as he imagined the ageing old Simpson squeezing a breast or pinching a buttock, it must be like Christmas to the old sod after having only his dragon of a wife to fondle.
Eight minutes, that was all the time that was needed, from summoning Simpson to the girl being brought to him, he knew, her had timed it and it had always been so. He could feel the sap in him rising, his balls were firm and full, his cock now at a pleasing erection and his heart was beginning to pump a faster beat as the time neared. Roland checked the time by his watch then reached over and pressed the buzzer to signal his butler and felt a surge of excitement wash through him. Roland stood up, picked up the long rattan cane resting in the corner at the side of the big fireplace and weighed it lovingly in his hand. By the fire he stood, like a schoolmaster waiting to punish a pupil, his feet set apart in a wide and confident stance and his chest pushed out proudly. God! How he loved these few moments of tingling anticipation, it was almost as good as the sex itself - almost. That marvellous throbbing in his cock, his balls felt warm and in a way, he felt younger at such times, some of the old fire of his youth coming back to him. He wondered then if all men felt that, to command over a woman, a much younger and prettier one at that, did seem to stir the natural instincts somewhat. His thought train was interrupted by the sounds outside the door and his cock reared as the door swung open and the butler pushed the roped girl into the room.
She was the cutest of little things, slim and small with mousey hair and wide beckoning eyes, it had been one feature that had instantly appealed to him at the auction and had induced him to bid such a high price for her. She was dressed in a dark coloured skirt, short and pleated and that showed her nice legs off wonderfully. On top she wore a thin blouse in white that emphasised her impish facial features greatly and, the overall fuckable appeal of the dirty little slut. He watched her struggling and shouting into the gag as the butler fumbled to untie the short rope connecting her ankles. The silly bitch wanted freedom and yet when it was offered, she still struggled. Female logic! He would never understand it.
Roland's sense of excitement increased as the butler, one foot ready at the open door to beat his retreat, untied the knot of the rope around her wrists and then did just that, retreated with haste, slamming the door behind him and locking it from the outside. Roland watched as the girl wriggled and pulled her arms to loosen the ropes binding her wrists behind her back and then once freed, she tore the gag from her mouth and fixed him with a withering and hateful stare that, if looks could kill, he would be dead.
"What the hell do think you are doing?" she screamed venomously at him. "Kidnapping me! Holding me prisoner... Your servants mauling me like..."
God how he loved this part! When they are full of self indignation, raring for a fight and full of their rights and ready to voice them.
"You will unlock this door immediately and let me out!"
Roland stood unmoved and without showing any reaction as she stood by the door screeching her demands like a fiery East London, street tart.
"Now I said!" she continued to rave. "I will have the police on your within minutes and then... You ageing pervert... I will..."
"You will do nothing," Roland stated firmly and loudly so as to be heard above her shouting but he retained his cool and calm manner despite the volume necessary to again her attention. And it did, the girl stood open-mouthed and stunned.
"What?" she asked sarcastically and took a step toward him. "What did you say?"
He smiled at the screeching bitch. "You will do nothing," he repeated and then added in derision, "You dirty little slut."
"How dare you?" she screamed at him and took another step toward him. The girl was literally shaking with anger, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she struggled to control her rage.
Roland felt a pulse of sensation grip in his cock, the time was now right and the real fun could begin. In one swift and expert move he pulled back his arm and lashed at her with the cane to land a stinging blow across the outside of her upper arm. Her shock was total. She yelped in pain and stumbled back, one hand clamping over the affected area to soothe the burning agony and her bottom lip quivering as the tears began to flow. She was speechless, staring blankly in utter bewilderment that he could do such a thing and at the same time cowering from him, now in complete fear of the man.
"Dirty slut," Roland panted excitedly and used his free hand to ease his stiff cock to a more comfortable position within his trousers. "Tell me what you are."
It took a few seconds for the girl to react and when she finally did, it was with defiance and much hostility, the initial shock overcome and her rage now returned. "I will not! Just stop this and let me go! Eeeeooowwwwch!" She screamed as with a back-handed swipe Roland lashed the cane hard across the outside of her other arm.
"Say it," he demanded and advanced on her. The girl staggered back ad then attempted to evade the next lash but failed miserably and wailed loudly as the cane cut a stinging blow down onto the top of her left shoulder. "Tell me," he rasped, his breathing loud and laboured and his face flushed full red in wild excitement, "Tell me what a dirty slut you are."
The girl first backed away, slowly shaking her head in refusal and then broke suddenly to one side, darting along the side of the large room to escape him. The chase was on! Roland was ecstatic, the chase was his thrill and he pursued her with great joy, the cane held high and ready to strike. As he closed in on her he lashed out but missed completely as she ducked and nipped smartly behind an armchair in avoidance. "You are going to tell me," he panted, hoarse with excitement and lashed out again, reaching out over the settee as he did so. This time the cane found its target, the hard shaft cracking across the rise at the top of her buttocks to produce a most satisfying thwacking sound as it struck the material of her skirt. Her squeal of pain and panic delighted him, his cock throbbed a pulsing ache and he chased around a low coffee table and then on past the fireplace. At the two-setter settee she took refuge, behind it and keeping it between her and he, using it as a barrier between tam to keep him at a distance. The silly bitch though kept her hands on the back of the settee as she gloated in her ingenuity and for that she received a wickedly hard lash that cracked across the back of her hand to draw from her a strangled cry of acute pain. Whilst her mind was on her pain and diverted from him he moved swiftly around the end of the settee and swung in low, cutting a biting lash across the backs of her bare legs. It was as though she had received an electric shock, the girl jumped in reaction, hopping and dancing around wailing loudly as the searing pain burned in her calves. A second lash followed in almost immediately, this time catching and stinging the backs of her thighs just below the hem of her skirt to set the girl screaming uncontrollably as she again shot off in flight.
Around and around the room her chased her, lashing out often with the cane and now, more frequently finding his mark. Her back, her arms, her legs and her shoulders all received brutal lashes of the cane as she ducked and weaved, crouched and sprang around in an attempt to avoid the swinging blows. At one point she attempted to jump onto the seat of the settee and over the back but tripped, sprawling headlong over the back and giving him a most delightful flash of her panties as her little skirt flew up momentarily around her waist. In the action of rolling over the back of the settee and with her panties and bare thighs exposed, he lashed in to catch her a cruel blow across the outside of her thigh, close to her panty line and at the soft, tender part of her leg. That gave him time to move around and to stand over her as she writhed and wailed on the floor, both her hands clutching at the affected area to try to soothe the awful stinging pain.
Roland stood panting hard, towering over the screaming girl, his chest heaving with laboured breathing and his stiff cock pulsing ten to the dozen. "Say it," he demanded, inwardly hoping she would not and thereby extending the thrilling chase. This girl though did not give in so easily, swiftly and in one slick and continuous movement, she rolled onto her side, drew up onto her knees and sprang up cat-like to her feet again. She tried to kick out at him, a pathetically futile attempt for he parried the blow easily with a slicing cut of the cane that whacked hard across the side of her calf, just below the knee and that made her squeal once more and to set off again in flight.
Almost all blows were landing now, the girl was tiring and her will to resist ebbing, she was still trying to avoid him but was slowing rapidly in her movements. After about another five minutes of running around the room and the furniture she finally halted, her arms raised in surrender, her head back in defeat and with tears flooding down her reddened cheeks. "All right!" she screamed. "I'll say it! Just stop. Please stop!"
Roland, red in the face and panting hard stood ogling the pretty little slut hungrily. He had won! He had broken her and now, he would reap his rewards for both his financial investment and the effort of the chase. "Say it to me."
"I'm a slut," she said almost as a whisper, her head now hanging down in shame and her shoulders shaken by great heaving sobs of misery.
"Louder!" he barked and swiped with the cane to cut a lash across the outside of her hip. He revelled in the way she suck in a huge breath of air and then, with some reluctance, loudly repeated the words.
"Dirty!" he corrected sternly. "A dirty little slut!"
She sobbed and bawled but had no other choice, the sobbing girl repeated the words as he demanded and then dissolved into a fit of wailing and sniffing that fully portrayed her humiliation.
"Better," he snapped and took a pace closer toward her. "Now, turn and placed your hands on the back of the settee and spread your legs."
"What?" her head flicked up, her mouth open and her look one of bewilderment. "But I said the words!"
Thwack! The hard cane sliced in so fast she didn't even have time to flinch. It caught her across the outside of her upper thigh just below the hem of her skirt to draw from her a sharp yelp of pain that then changed to a long and tailing wail of agony. She did though readily comply after that. The girl turned and adopted the position, leaning over with her arms and legs braced, her pert little backside pushed out and her entire body quivering with fear. "What...? What are you going to do... Oh God! Please God no!" She snivelled as the realisation hit home to her. "Don't hit me again..."
Abruptly her protests were halted as he lifted the back of her little skirt, flipped it up to rest on her back and to expose fully her lovely body underneath. With his fingers he tucked the hem into the waistband to hold the skirt up clear of her lovely nearly bare arse. Her thighs were pale and creamy, slender and firm, her buttocks also, firm and inviting, enhanced in appeal by the skimpy pink panties clinging to every contour of her delicious mounds. Between the backs of her thighs he ogled the firm pad of her gusset where the thicker part of the material covered her bulging sex lips. It was to Roland a most marvellous sight, one that he savoured fully as he stood silently leering at her shape.
"There is only one way," he said breathlessly as he ogled her, "That you will gain your freedom. Serve me for a month, willingly and with devotion and I will let you go."
"A month?" she blurted in horror.
"A month!" he restated firmly. "And in that time you will do anything that I ask of you. Any thing at all."
He waited, delighting in her nervous hesitation.
"What exactly... ?"Yeeeooowwwch!"
The cane hissed through the air to slam down on her, cracking hard across the rounds of her backside, stinging her soft buttocks through the thin panties and drawing from her a scream that reverberated around the room.
"You will serve me."
"But what?" she sobbed. "What do... Aaaaaaarrggggggh!"
Another hard swipe stung her backside, jolting her small body and causing her hips to jerk forward in reaction. "Yeeeeeesssssssss! Okay! I'll do it!"
Roland was triumphant but he would push her some more. "Servant girls need to be obedient. To comply with commands without question. You have questioned and now, I award you six strokes of the cane as your punishment."
"Nooooooooooooo!"
"Yeeessss!" he mocked her in laughter and swung in to crack the cane once more onto her neat little buttocks. His cock jerked and pulsed as he laid the six strokes on her, each thwacking marvellously loudly to have the slut screeching and wriggling in pain at the tanning of her backside. Either side of her little panties her pale buttock cheeks were marred with red welts, wonderful marks of the cane showing fully the force they were laid on with. Once the six lashes had been given he issued his instructions. "And another six for trying to kick me, but this time with no knickers on. Take them off - now!"
She didn't more, at first she sobbed and then, as if her fiery defiance naturally surged forth, she disobeyed him and remained as she was, her legs braced and feet set apart, leaning forward with her extended arms resting on the back of the settee. She cried out as a savagely hard lash of the cane whipped in to slice across the lower rounds of her buttocks, causing her body to arch, her head to throw back and for a strangled scream to come from deep in her throat.
"Do it!" he demanded.
"I will not!" she sobbed.
Thwack!
"Yeeeoooooooowwww!"
"Take them off."
"No!"
Whack! Whack! Whack! He laid the strokes on with positive force, harder strokes than he had given her so far.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh! All right! I'll do it!"
The surges of thrill, power and excitement that washed through him were indescribable. Roland stood with the cane at the ready watching the little bitch slip down her panties, pull them off over her shoes and then resume her previous position. The act was simple and normal enough, one that girls do each and every day but not an act he was normally privy to and such a delight it was too. Throughout the action the back of her skirt remained up and he was treated to her slender thighs and buttocks in movement as the sobbing girl as lifted first one leg and then the other to remove her flimsy defences. It was and had been a most profoundly exciting experience and one that had his cock pulsing a dull ache of need.
"Feet wider apart," he prompted and tapped at the insides of her legs with the cane to get her to comply. "And push that pretty little backside of yours out more."
God! But she was lovely. The sight of her standing feet apart and braces, her body leaning and her wonderful taut backside presented to him was more than any man could resist. Roland swallowed hard to try to stem his rising excitement and raised his arm, holding the cane at shoulder level he paused to aim his shot and flicked down hard at her. The combination of the sound and the power with which the cane stung her send his cock into a series of jerking spasms. The thin shaft seemed to strike her buttock cheeks, depress them momentarily and then bounce off as her hips jerked forward under the painful lash. He waited whilst she screeched and wailed, blubbering loudly her pain and humiliation and then he swiped at her again. "Two!" he rasped, "Count them aloud, bitch!"
"Two!" she screamed back at him.
Whack!
"Aaaaaaarrggggggh! Three!"
Whack!
"Yeeeooowwwch! Four!"
Whack!"
"Ooooooooooccch! Five!"
"Tell me what a dirty little slut you are."
"Oh God... I'm a... A slut. A dirty little slut!"
Whack!
"Eeeeeeooooooowwwwww! Six!"
Even as the lash landed he was dropping the cane and fumbling hastily at his flies. He could feel himself rising toward climax and needed quickly to get up in her. His stiff cock sprang free and stuck out in hard erection as his trousers and underpants fell down around his ankles.
"No! Oooh No you don't!" she screeched, suddenly aware of what he intended.
Before she could push herself up of the settee he was on her, pressing himself hard against her buttocks and pinning her front against the high back of the furniture. There ensued a heated struggle in which he tried to grasp her wrists and twist them up her back and she struggled and fought him to prevent that. His stiff cock was trapped between their naked bodies, the underside of it resting down the warm, firm cleft of her writhing buttocks. Desperately in his haste he tried to grasp her wrists but failed, the little bitch fought back like a wildcat, screaming and spitting, flailing with her arms and bucking back against him in an effort to dislodge him. Roland maintained the battle for a short while, content with the feel of her wriggling buttocks massaging against his throbbing cock and then, he reached over, grasped her hair on the top of her head and wrenched back toward him. That action arched her body as she screamed out in pain, her buttocks rose and in turn her sex became more readily accessible. In one quick and deft shift of his hips, Roland slipped the head of his cock down to her pussy slit and pressed in hard.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!" she wailed out and tensed her body.
He pulled harder back on her hair as he rammed in, driving the entire length of his cock deep up into her sweet, warm cunt hole and on up into her until now more of his cock could possibly enter. He held her fast as he took-in the heady feel of her youthful body around him, listening to her loud sobbing and benefiting in the jerking that gave to massage her soft insides around his shaft. Holding her there and using her hair like a set of horse reins, he lunged up into her, fucking her cunt so hard in his excitement that the settee e was nudged forward under the frantic pounding and even her continuous screaming became stuttered under the brutal slamming he gave her. Hard and roughly he plunged his thick cock in and out of her tight little cunt hole, forcing hard and far up into her on each powerful inward thrust he gave. "Dirty slut," he muttered as he pumped in and out of her, crashing his hips and belly hard against her naked buttocks as he drove into her sex hole.
So exciting was the act that he soon tensed and came, long and hot streams of his thick creamy cum jetting far up into her young body. Roland pounded on into her until every last drop of his cum had been injected into her and then, slowly, he pulled out and watched the globules of his spunk ooze out of the reddened slit of her stretched pussy.
"Next time, bitch," He said curtly and uncaringly as he pulled up his trousers, "Do as you are told. Whilst in my service you will do just that, serve me and serve me well - all of my needs."



***


It was another private sale and the prospective buyer too well known to risk being seen visiting Frampton's mansion so, the meeting was being held at one of the client's London penthouses. Overlooking the Thames in one direction and out over the skyline of the capital in the other the suite was both well situated and opulent in its finishing and furnishings. No expense had been spared on the richly decorated rooms, the marble floors and the heavy mahogany doors and their polished gold fittings. The furniture too was equally grandiose, all was antique and obvious chosen with care and skill to completely compliment to sumptuous surroundings. It was the upper end of the living scale, the end that few ever were privileged enough to experience, such surroundings came at a price - a price only a select few could even imagine being able to afford.
The two men were seated in the lounge, both settled back in huge leather armchairs and with charged brandy glasses clutched in their hands.
"Seven thousand?" the client questioned, not surprised that he was once again being fleeced. "For that sum I should require perfection."
"And that is exactly what is offered," Frampton countered firmly. "Would you expect less of me?"
The client nodded his acceptance, he knew Frampton to be a straight dealer and, one that paid attention to his client's needs.
For Frampton's part he did know his clients and this one especially so. He knew also of his tastes and fantasies and, had catered precisely for them. He was confident the sale would be made once the girl was brought in, amazing he thought, what the sight of a desirable young girl can do for a man with a particular liking for tender flesh - and the way it can change his mind in an instant. This client, rich and ageing, had in the past paid handsome sums for such merchandise and, Frampton had studied him and learned well. He also knew via the grapevine that he was now almost the sole supplier of girls to this man so price to an extent, providing he didn't get silly with it, was irrelevant.
"Very well," the client sighed in resignation, "let's see her and, if she is all you say she is - we have a deal."
Frampton nodded, refilled his brandy glass from the heavy glass decanter on the coffee table between the two men and called out to his men waiting in the hallway.
The door opened and then almost instantly slammed shut again, the girl shoved roughly in to the room when it had opened and the whole action taking in total, less than four seconds.
"Oh My!" the client gasped in delight as he saw her. He shifted to the edge of his seat and sat spellbound and staring, ogling the pretty little thing hungrily with a leering gaze that fully portrayed his lusting need.
The girl, a neat and petite little blonde of no more than eighteen and a bit years, was dressed such that she could easily have been taken for a girl years younger. The schoolgirl uniform was not only short and revealing but tight-fitting and equally appealing as it enhanced her shapely little body beneath. Her little pleated skirt was light grey and so short as to show fully her slender thighs and to stop only inches from her crotch. White ankles socks and polished black shoes further emphasised the hairless and silky skin of her legs. The top of her body was covered by a white blouse that clung to and hugged her body tightly, pulling in under and over her breasts to create a strain on the thin material as her ample breasts pushed against it. Open at the neck and with a striped school tie hanging loosely around her neck, the uniform was complete and so very attractive and appealing. The temptation was increased again by her pretty little face and wide eyes, the bright red lipstick on her lips and the bouncing pigtails of her blonde hair at the sides of her head. She stood back against the wall to the side of the door, weeping softly and cowering back from the two leering men, her hands down in front of her pussy mound to try to hide some of her scantily covered body from their hungry eyes.
"Come forward girl," Frampton snapped.
"No!" the client said firmly and held up a restraining hand to him. "Let me."
Frampton was only too pleased to have his client involved so quickly, that could only help seal the deal and to confirm the purchase.
The man, wide-eyed and on the point of dribbling with lust-filled interest, beckoned her, his voice low and coaxing. "Come forward, little girl. Come to me."
The girl, still in utter fear and overcome with embarrassment at being dressed so, hesitantly pushed herself off the wall and slowly began edging her way cautiously forward. She obviously had realised that she had little other choice, she was locked into a room with two leering men, had been snatched and held captive and now, was at least, being treated with some degree of kindness.
"Come," the client coaxed her, his face flushed with excitement and his voice quavering with thrill. "Don't fear. I won't hurt you."
Bloody liar," Frampton thought. He knew the client well enough to know the little bitch would suffer much at his hands.
Gradually the girl's confidence grew, she walked hesitantly to the centre of the room and to stand before the two seated men, her back straight, head up and with her chest pushed out most teasingly. She brushed a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, sniffed and in a weak little voice asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"You will be well treated," the client was quick to reassure. "Just do as you are told and no harm will befall you."
"Promise?" she asked trustingly, hopefulness sounding in her pathetic pleading voice.
"Promise!" the client stated firmly and swallowed hard as he ran his gaze greedily up and down her body for the hundredth time in a few minutes. "Now, lift the front of your skirt for me."
"What?" she blurted, uncertain that she had heard him correctly. "What did you say?"
He fixed his gaze hungrily on the hem of her little skirt, swallowed again and the repeated the demand but this time more forcefully and with a hint of threat in his tone. "I said, lift the front of your skirt for me."
The girl was stunned. "I will not! It is bad enough that I was made to dress like this... so disgracefully and humiliatingly. If you want cheap thrills you can..."
"Do it," he snarled, so venomously that the girl was halted in her self-righteous tirade. She stood open-mouthed and now more uncertain than ever, trying to decide if his threatening tone was serious or that all this was some kind of sick joke. That was soon answered for her though as the man made to get up from his seat, his expression set and serious and his withering stare filled with menace.
"Okay!" she held up her hands defensively and in an effort to calm him. She was shaking now and with very real fear etched on her face. The girl reached down with both hands, gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and, blushed full red now, gradually began to pull the pleated skirt upward.
"Higher!" the client barked and the shaking girl, now weeping and sobbing, reluctantly complied. "Up to your waist."
He ogled her slim thighs as they became exposed to him, his sweaty face beaming delight as the gusset of her little white panties came into view and then the font of her lower belly so scantily covered. He continued to leer and to drink-in the marvellous sight of her narrow hips with the thin side threads of her panties, the firm, slender tops of her thighs and the firm mound of her pussy pushing against the thin white material of her panties. "Turn around and show me the back."
The girl turned as directed, dropping the skirt back down in place and stood with her hands by her sides.
"Lift the back up!" he bellowed angrily, causing her to start in shock and to utter a fearful whimper. Immediately both her hands hooked up under the back of her skirt and lifted it high and up to the small of her back.
Frampton watched in silence as his client, now obviously highly aroused, ogled the girl's taut buttocks longingly. Frampton too ogled, the little bitch was delightful and her display most arousing. He felt his cock throb an ache of need and hoped upon hope that his client wouldn't be greedy and have her all to himself.
"Come here," client demanded, his voice cracking with arousal and excitement to come out as a firm command but with a throaty croak included. He waited whilst the sobbing girl dropped her skirt back down, turned to face him and walked over to stand before him. "Listen carefully," the man said evenly but so firmly that she could not fail to recognise the stern warning contained with in it. "You are a teasing little bitch that I intend to have..."
"Oh God!" she blubbered.
"... Do exactly as I say, comply with my wishes and you will not suffer. Object or fail to comply and, mark my words, I will give you so much pain that you will wish you were never born." He paused to look up to her reddened and tear-stained face. "Which will it be?"
She didn't have to consider it, his evil stare and wild expression made that decision for her. "I'll do as you ask," she said, blurted a huge sob and then sniffed heavily and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
He grunted his approval, reached out and slipped his hand up under the front of her short skirt, his hand immediately began stroking at the insides of her thighs close to her pussy mound. He sat silently and panting heavily as he felt her, his fingers caressing the soft, warm flesh of her upper thighs. His eyes seemed to glaze over and a worrying, for her, calm came over his face. "Naughty girl," he muttered. "You naughty, naughty little schoolgirl."
As the girl sobbed and blubbered he felt her, stroking over her mound and pushing his fingers between the tops of her thighs to press the side of his hand against the wad of her panty gusset. He was breathing heavily, rasping and grunting in obvious and high excitement. "Sit here," he tapped his hand on his thigh, "as would a girl on her uncle's lap."
She sat as directed, sideways on his thigh with her knees between his legs and it delighted him that, on sensing that she was about to sit on his stiff cock as it lay across his thigh, changed position so as to avoid it. There was no alternative for her but to circle her arm around his shoulder and the position it created brought her side crushing against his and her thrusting breast close to his face. She sat then, as would a daughter on her father's lap, the little skirt ridden high up her thighs and her body close to his.
"Undo your tie - little girl," he said in a low and throaty voice pulsing with excitement and rested his hand on her thigh. As the weeping girl fumbled nervously to undo the necktie he ran his hand up and down her warm thigh, slipping often his hand up under the little skirt and then back down to her knee, stroking, feeling and savouring her young body. "Marvellous," he muttered as he watched the neck of her blouse open a little, "Simply marvellous. Now unbutton it down the front." He watched on as the girl, her delicate little fingers shaking, undid each button, at the same time his hand slipped up under her skirt to now rest against the warm, pulsing pad her tight gusset created over her pussy lips and crack. The client drew breath as the firm, swell of her taut cleavage became exposed to him, her neat little tits crushed together and temptingly forced upward by the little lacy black bra containing them. "Perfection!" he extolled and began working his fingers under the side elastic of her little panties. As part of the same movement he dipped his head down and kissed her swelling breasts, savouring the warm flesh and sniffing in the wonderful fresh odour of youth permeating up from her body. He continued to kiss and lick at her bulging breast and he eased his hand inside her little panties and stroked at the soft, downy covered lips of her pussy. The fact that the young girl was sobbing throughout didn't concern him, in fact, he hardly appeared notice and seemed lost in a distant and detached world of wonderful sexual bliss.
"You dirty little girl," he scolded her excitedly and used his hand to ease her thighs apart and to gain access to her wet, warm cunt hole. His cock reared as he slipped a finger up into her, her little cry of dismay adding to the thrill and the soft, moist feel of her insides enveloping his finger. "Mmmm," he muttered as he continued to kiss and lick her breasts at the same time as fingering her.
For many minutes he indulged himself fully, tonguing her cleavage and pumping his thick finger in and out of her, then, quite suddenly, he halted and withdrew, wiping her juices on his trouser leg to dry his finger. "My God! How naughty you have been. You are a dirty little girl that allows a man to touch your cunny. For that," he panted, his face so flushed with excitement that it seemed he might at any moment suffer a heart attack, "I am going to spank you."
"Please," she blubbered and wailed, her head back and her heaving sobs shaking her body. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."
His response was swift, firm and, utterly threatening. "If you don't shut up, you little bitch, I will show you what pain really is." With both hands he lifted and turned her, laying her facedown across his lap as the young girl wailed and sobbed even more loudly. Once she was in position across his lap he lifted up the back of her skirt and flopped it onto her back. He paused to ogle the taut little backside presented to him and he swallowed hard as he leered hungrily at it. "So naughty," he mumbled as he pulled her panties down to her knees, the puffy lips of her pussy peeking up at him from between the tops of her thighs. Then his voice became harsh. "Dirty girl!" he spat, lifted his arm high above his shoulder and slapped the palm of his big hand hard down on her bare buttocks. The crack resounded around the room and seconds later her piercing scream followed. Her entire body locked in tension, arching up and back to curve her body in pain and to press her pussy mound most marvellously down on his throbbing stiff cock.
"Filthy teaser!"
Slap. Crack!
"Eeeeeeeeeeioooooooooooowwwwww!"
"Naughty girl! Naughty, naughty little bitch!"
Slap. Crack!
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
"You rude girl. Doing dirty things with older men."
Slap. Crack!
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
The young girl wriggled and squirmed on his lap as he spanked her backside hard, her pale buttocks turning to a blotched red hue under the force and rapid slaps of his big hand. Her arms and legs flailed wildly and her body bucked under the slamming blows that rained down on her bare buttocks. The girl screamed non-stop, screeching her pain loudly to make even Frampton's ears crackle with the volume. The spanking went on and on, the client panting and puffing and shifting his hips lewdly as the wriggling girl's front crushed down on his pulsing cock. Gradually he slowed in the pace of the spanking and then, his left hand slid up over her back and the rise of her buttocks, the long and thick middle finger extended, onto the crease of her backside and then on down to the tiny puckered ring of her anus.
The little bitch went wild as she felt the tip of his finger touch against the ring of her arsehole and began struggling like a trapped tigress, pummelling at his leg with her fists and kicking out wildly with her legs. She thrashed her head equally wildly, the pigtails in her hair flicking prettily side to side as she did so. Then she gave the most piercing scream to date, her eyes locked wide and staring and her mouth gaped open in silent pleading. A gurgle came from low in her throat as his thick finger pressed in and the tiny ring of her backside was forced open. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
In he pushed, forcing his big finger up into her tight little hole and then on deeper up into her body. The elderly client gasped and moaned in extreme pleasure as the dirty little slut writhed and bucked beneath him. Hard up into her back passage he forced his finger, hooking it up to get as much of it inside her as he could. Then, he swung down hard with his right hand, slamming a battering slap to her lower buttocks that jolted her little body most violently and jarred her delicate insides cruelly against the huge finger up inside her. It delighted him that she gagged and retched in agony and slapped her pretty little backside again, his face full red and coated with sweat. On and on he spanked her backside, all the time working his finger hard up her anus and probing deeply into her warm and soft interior. Within minutes the man could hold back no longer, he stood up, dropping her to the floor like a rag and ripped at his trousers to free his cock. The moment they were around his ankles and his stiff cock was jutting out free of constriction he fell on the blubbering girl, his front crushing down on her back to pin her with his weight down onto the floor. He used one hand to clamp and pin the back of her neck and the other to slip under her body and to grope her tits. Then he eased the head of his cock between the backs of her thighs and to the soft, moist slit of her cute little pussy.
How the little bitch screamed! As her cunt was wrenched wide and his thick cock pushed in she wailed the scream of a demented demon, thrashing and struggling beneath him as her sex was so roughly invaded. She continued to scream and the volume increased again as he pushed up into her, feeding his cock deeper into her cunt and giving her the entire length of his pulsing hard cock. The client was flat down on her and he used his hip jerks to ram his cock harder still up her, his belly pressing down and against her firm little buttocks and his hand excitedly pinching and squeezing at her tits through her lacy bra. It can only be described as a most savage and brutal fucking that he gave the poor young girl, lost in a frenzy of wild sexual lust the client fucked her little cunt hard and furiously, so much so that her stretched cunt hole was rubbed raw and in places the skin split to leak specks and dribbles of blood. Beneath his great weight her little body was pounded mercilessly, the air crushed from her lungs and in turn her struggling reducing until she lay slumped and silent beneath his pumping hips.
Finally and as he tensed in the throes of climax, the client cried out, shuddered several times in involuntary jerking and shot his wad of thick cum up into her body. He continued to fuck her as he shot his jets of cum up her, grunting and muttering as he emptied himself into her soft interior.
Frampton didn't miss the opportunity, he pulled out his cock and knelt by her head, gently lifting the semi-conscious girl's head and turning her face toward his cock. Dreamily she opened her mouth as he pressed the big head against her soft lips and seemed blissfully unaware as he pushed in and filled her mouth with his girth and length. Frampton, amazed at the wonderful feel of her soft mouth on him exploded instantly in orgasm, his cock jerking in rapid spasms of excitement to jet spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum into her mouth. It made his climax all the sweeter when the little bitch recoiled instinctively and she came to her senses, gagging and retching loudly as the thick fluid hit the back of her throat. In her haste to pull away from him jets of his cum splattered her lips and chin, her nose and cheeks. Frampton shot on regardless, holding her head steady whilst he jetted over her pretty little face.
Once he was finished the client slapped him on the back. "Bloody marvellous!" he said handing him the cheque and added, "Frampton you sly old dog, I will add in a nice fat bonus for you on this one for providing me with such a delightful little slut."




***


It was a most usual request but one that, whilst at first concerned him, after further thought rather excited him. His Arab clients had requested he hold a special auction for them, to offer girls to their many friends and - not in England but in their home country, in the deserts of Saudi Arabia. How the hell he was going to get the girls there he didn't know but, his mind was already working overtime on solving that problem. Where money was concerned he seemed to have a natural ability to resolve such technicalities and, with the money at stake on this one, a problem not to be defeated by.
Frampton hummed as he sat at his desk, scribbling notes in a flurry of activity as his mind whirred as he set about his task.



***


Stadly Rampold was of the old school, he believed - no he demanded - the strictest of regimes and discipline in his household. Not that his little preferences were the only reason for this, he was too rather partial to reprimanding his staff and the pretty little servant girls especially.
His favourite was the sweet little brunette that had come to him via the auction, she had been purchased and - would do as she was told. She had been with him now for two months and, even he could see through her scheming, that was the reason he kept her locked up at nights and, when she was not performing her duties, some of the daytime too. The little bitch appeared all too ready to serve him, despite being held against her will, escape was on her mind he felt and that, he could not allow. She had pleaded with him to allow her freedom in the household, promising on pain of death not to take flight but he felt differently and would not give her the chance to deceive him.
At the thought of her pert little body his cock began to stir into life, the pretty little slut always seemed to arouse him even just by being there. He was walking along the long corridor toward her rooms, part of the little used West Wing of the house and far from the regular servant's quarters. By the time he arrived outside her door his cock was at a full and pulsing erection and his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He unlocked the door, pocketed the keys and pushed the door open to enter her rooms.
The pretty little bitch was dressed as he required of her, in full maid's uniform complete with lacy white cuffs on her sleeves and the starched white bonnet set on her head. The black dress of the uniform was short, he had designed it so, it showed off her shapely legs to perfection enhanced by the sheer black stockings she wore. At her front the starched white apron pulled marvellously across the front of her hips and up over the thrusting swell of her neat little bust. Delightful! Her fingernails were painted blood red with varnish that matched that of her lips, glossy and scarlet her lipstick shone out like a beacon to make her mouth the focal point of her pretty face.
She was sitting on the bed reading, sideways on and her body upright so as not to crease her uniform and thereby incur his wrath. As he expected of her, the little bitch got to her feet and stood obediently by the side of the bed, her hands by her sides and her head down and gaze averted to the floor.
"Charlotte!" he extolled in true delight.
"Jenny..." she started to correct him and halted mid-sentence.
"You," he snarled threateningly, "are whoever I wish you to be." The girl did not argue further, she knew well by now of his moods and didn't wish to invoke the darker side of him.
He moved close to her, revelling the sense of command and control he held over her and his cock pulsing as she cowered under his scrutinising stare. Around her he moved, slowly, deliberately so, further reinforcing his total control over her. He took in the soft, creamy nape of her slim neck, the soft pale skin at the open top of her dress and he drank in the wonderful heady scent of her perfume. "Creases," he said firmly. "You have creases in the back of your collar." He moved in closer still and to press his groin against her buttocks, holding himself there and savouring the contact through his trousers and her thin uniform dress. With his mouth now close to her left ear his voice lowered to a low but excited tone. "And you know the penalty for failing to maintain standards - don't you?"
The girl nodded, she knew only too well what was in store for her, unfair as the accusation might be. She then said in reluctant resignation, "Yes sir." Immediately she began undoing the top of her dress, slipped her hands in and under her breasts and lifted them out over the top of her bra and the dress to jut out in nakedness with the long brown nipples presented. She shuddered in loathing as the aging man ogled them hungrily, as he always did at this point of his sex play. The girl tensed visibly as he reached out, cupped her left breast with his big hand and endured his usual rough and greedy feeling of her orb. She cried out as he pinched at her nipple, the old bastard always had to twist and pull her tender bud until she did so and, to cry out in pain earlier than she need prevented further suffering under his lecherous pawing. She was learning - fast. Then came his muttering and grunting, always the same routine. He would press himself against her backside and reach around to fondle her breasts. That wasn't so bad in itself, it was what was to come that concerned her. If his mood was good she would get off lightly but, if...
"Assume the position, girl," he suddenly snapped and removed his hand from her breast. The man watched as she sidestepped to the left, brought her ankles smartly together and stood bolt upright in the centre of the room. As short pause followed, one that he insisted upon, then she lifted up the dress of her uniform and held it up around her waist. Another short pause followed before she bent forward at the waist, stiffened her legs and brought her head don to touch her knees.
"Oh God!" he moaned in longing at the sight of her backside and the little cream panties pulling harshly across her buttocks and down over the mound of her pussy. Her legs, so shapely and firmed were white and creamy above the darker bands of her hold-up stockings and the firm taut skin of her backside a true delight to behold. "What do you say, girl?" he asked whilst undoing his trousers and belt and dropping the both down around his ankles.
"Forgive me, sir. I have failed you and ask your forgiveness."
"Denied!" he snapped excitedly as he slipped off his shoe and gripped it in his right hand. "Punishment you deserve and punishment you will receive."
Whack!
"Eeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww!"
The sole of the shoe slapped hard across her buttocks, jolting her body so hard that she wavered and almost lost balance. The girl whined fearfully as the tears began to flow, his hand was bad enough and his belt wicked but his shoe? Oh God! She thought, please let it be over with quickly.
Whack!
He spanked her arse again, laying the leather sole of the shoe on her with a cruel force that slapped hard and instantly turned her buttocks a reddish hue.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Well, girl?" he panted, his wrinkled old cock standing out in hard erection and the rumpled foreskin stretching ever tighter around and down his thick shaft.
"I beg forgiveness," she blubbered but know only too well he would not.
Whack! Whack!
"Slovenly slut!" he rasped excitedly. "I'll teach you to make mistakes." His weathered hand reached for the back of her little panties, his fingers sliding down the inside top and then in one hard and powerful yank he ripped them roughly down to her knees.
Whack!
The slapped her with the shoe again, this time on her bare backside and all the time ogling the puffy lips and crack of her pussy slit. "Lazy, bitch!"
Whack! Whack! Whack!
With his face full red with the exertion and the thrill he tanned her backside brutally hard and for an unusually long time. So long that she was screaming loudly for him to stop but he laid the blows on with more vigour for her constant irritating howling. Finally and only as the girl screeched so much that he realised that he was in danger of overstepping the mark, he halted in the assault to stand there with his chest heaving and his pulsing cock twitching in heated arousal.
"What do you deserve now... Eh? You naughty little tramp?"
The girl braced herself, she hated saying these words but, better that than suffer any more pain from the thrashing that would surely ensue should she not comply. "A good length of cock, sir."
"That your do, bitch!" he bellowed and flung the shoe aside. "Who's cock, your dirty little tart?"
"Yours, sir!" she wailed as she felt him grip her hips with both his hands and the head of his cock brush up and down the slit of her pussy.
"Of course!" he stated emphatically. "Then take this!"
"Gently... Please do it gently... Waaaaaaahhhhhh!"
The girl screeched out in pain as he lunged in, ramming the entire length of his cock fully up her in one urgent and brutal thrust. His great thickness stretched her tight cunt hole wide and the length of his cock penetrated her body to the deepest of depths. She continued to wail and to plead as he forced hard up into her, pushing his throbbing cock far up into her warm, wet cunt hole and until he could get no more inside her.
"Dirty teaser," he muttered as he began thrusting in and out of her. "You dress to tantalise," he panted loudly, pumping his hips furiously fast to piston his fat cock in and out of her sweet little cunt hole. "I've seen the way you wiggle your arse as you walk. You slut! You dirty teasing little slut!" He gripped and held her hips firmly as he pounded into her, slamming hard against her as she drove his stiff cock in and out of her cunt. So hard and savage was were his lunges that the girl had to reach out with both ands and arms, to grip the side of the bed to steady herself as the dreadful battering of her body continued. Her head jolted and beneath her naked tits jiggled and jerked under the frantic pounding he was giving her. The girl cried out constantly, the awful stretching of her cunt and insides simply too awful to describe. Again and again and again he lunged up into her, driving the whole length of his cock into her young body and sadistically jerking on the end of each inward thrust he gave to increase her discomfort and pain. Finally he began to come, tensing and muttering as he did so.
This was the part the girl really hated, it disgusted her even more than having his withered old cock up her. She tensed herself and braced ready for it and then gagged as the first hot jet of his cum filled her insides, then she gave a loud retching as he pulled out, held the head of his cock to the crease of her arse and shot his load into the valley her buttocks created. It was a most revolting sensation to feel his hot, sticky cum splattering and then running down her arse, over the ring of her anus and back down to her pussy lips. She clamped her mouth shut to stem the bile rising in her throat and prayed that he would finish quickly but, she was disappointed in that wish this day. As he sometime would, he pressed the wet underside of his twitching cock down into the crease of her arse and rubbed himself to a finish there, his cock lubricated by the thick globules of his cum dribbling down the firm cleft of her buttocks. She swallowed back bile and revulsion as he pulled her hard back onto him, the disgusting bastard muttering and groaning in pleasure as he jerked and rubbed harder against her. Finally, it was over. She opened her eyes, swallowed hard and then, trying as best she could to sound sincere, uttered the words he insisted she spoke. "Thank you, sir. I am duly punished."
"Huh!" he huffed as he pulled away from her, "You needn't think that is an end to your rewards."
She didn't, she knew better than to think that. The usual routine was the guide and she had yet more revolting acts to perform before he would again leave her in peace. She shuddered in revulsion as he ran his fingers up and down the glistening slit of her pussy, feeling her juices and his cum and revealing in his conquest of her. As was required of her she stood upright, dropped the dress down back into please and turned to face him. Slowly and sobbing softly, she sunk to her knees before him, reached out with one hand and gripped his softening cock. Equally slowly her red lips parted and her mouth opened, her head dipped in and she took the slimy head of his cock into her mouth. Shuddering and flinching in utter disgust she began sucking and licking the cum from his limp cock, using her tongue to clean in around the foreskin for to fail now would bring pain untold. She knew, she had been there.
"Very good!" he moaned as her sweet mouth worked on him. "Keep going until I am hard again and then, pretty little serving slut, you can take the next load of my cum in your mouth."




***



"Shit!" Frampton's two henchmen gasped as they looked at the list of girls to snatch. "We will have to work all day and night for a week to fill this little lot!"
"What a shame," his colleague muttered with a snigger and gripped his cock trough his trousers. "That means we will have to shag all of the lovely little bitches. My cock will be red raw by the time we have finished."
The first man grinned at him and tapped the paper in his hand. "The best part is, no names or specific girls just a rough description and that makes life so much easier for us."
"Bit like shopping eh? See what you like and take it."
The man gave a wry chuckle.
"Shoplifting more like, see what you want, take whether they like it or not and - no payment."
"Yep! Only the healthy bonus on each one gained for him and that payment, to us."
Rubbing their hands at both the prospect of much money and much pussy coming to them, the two men set off to snare the first victim on the list.

Sarah Tombs was a tall and willowy redhead. She was successful in her career and enjoyed the prestige of being a stockbroker in the City of London, even if she was only a broker's employee. It was a high-power job as she saw it, one that she could proudly extol in her personal campaign to see women get a better deal. Men were too chauvinist and derogatory about women, her appointment at the firm really did raise some eyebrows and continued to do so whenever she spoke of it. Her salary though allowed her to dress the part and her smart clothing had been carefully chosen to suit that. She strutted confidently out of the tall glass-fronted building toward the tube station, her designer blue skirt clinging to the fronts of her thighs in the stiff breeze blowing. Another successful days' trading over and the prospect of a hot bath and full dinner appealing much to her in the chill spring evening.
The tube ride was hell as always, crushing crowds and milling thongs of workers making their way home to the suburbs. She felt glad that she could afford to live in the centre and the short ride was that thankfully that, brief and over with quickly. It was as she entered the foyer of her apartment block that she felt an uneasy feeling, as though she was being watched, but could figure no reason for it. Berating herself for being silly she mounted the staircase and walked up to the second floor, key in her hand and ready to unlock her apartment door. The wonderful odour of stew filled the room as she entered, her slow cooker a real blessing in cooking and having ready for her a piping hot meal when she came home. Sarah slipped off her coat and made straight for the bedroom, stripped off her clothes down to her black underwear and went into the bathroom to prepare the shower.
She froze as she reached into the shower. Did she really hear the sound or was she imagining it? The girl shook her long red locks and dismissed it, she seemed to be hearing a lot of strange sounds lately. With clouds of steam now filling the bathroom and the hiss of the shower jet drowning out all else, she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, gloriously freeing her ample breasts and the terrific strain the harness had held on her breasts all day long. It was as she hooked her thumbs into the side strings of her panties ready to slip them down that she again heard it - or thought she did. With her panties still in place Sarah peeked cautiously out of the bathroom door, her head moving side to side and her eyes searching earnestly. "Nothing!" she chuckled aloud and again berated herself. "You silly worrying girl!"
It was as she turned and was closing the door that it happened. So fast and forcefully did the door slam against her back that she was propelled forward, stumbling to pitch headlong into the shower cubicle and without even time to scream. They were on her in a second, two big men grabbing at her near-naked wriggling body, one big hand clamped over her mouth and others pinning her arms to her sides and her legs together. She tried screaming as they lifted and carried her into the bedroom but the smothering hand over her mouth prevented all. That silencing hand remained there as they bound her hand and foot to the bed, spread-eagled helplessly there as though in crucifixion, her arms and legs pulled out and stretched wide. A pair of panties from her drawer was stuffed into her mouth as a gag and a scarf was wound around her head to seal her mouth and keep her completely silent. The terrified girl lay there, naked all but her panties, quivering in fear and stark terror as the two big men began undoing their trousers and freeing their enormous stiff cocks.
"Nice tits, wouldn't you say?" one man goaded as he mounted the bed between her open legs and ripped her panties clean from her body.
His smiling friend ogled the gingery fuzz about her pussy and chuckled, "A nice hairy muff too I would say."
The first man entered her, slipping his fat cock easily up into her stretched cunt hole and drove his long cock fully up inside her. The other man knelt on the bed next to the struggling girl, covered each of her tits with one of his hands and began a rough handling of her soft, pale orbs. Her body was bucked and jolted under the frantic pounding the man gave her and, as he fucked the bitch, his friend began wanking himself, his cock hovering above her naked tits and close to her horrified face. On and on the brutal fucking went, his cock ramming hard up into her cunt to jolt her body and the bed violently under the slamming of his hips against her. As the man wanking himself came and his jets of cum splattered over her jiggling tits, the man up inside her came to orgasm, spurting his seed deep up into her unwilling body.
Once the men were dressed they injected her with the sedative and watched silently as the girl's eyes rolled in their sockets and finally closed. It was then that they untied her and covered her with a robe, frogmarched her down out of the apartment to their car. She had begun her long journey, the one on which she would voyage to the Middle East, to the desert home of the Arabs and her new life - as a sex slave.



***


The boat was an old merchant ship, remnants of grain were still to be found scattered around the huge cargo hold, providing feeding for the rats and thereby adding to the terror of the many captive women held within it. It chugged rather than sailed, the ageing engine straining as it made its way steadily toward the Persian Gulf.
The fifty-three captive women, all young and attractive, had been declared strictly off-limits to the crew. Frampton wanted his merchandise in good condition for his clients, gaining a good price for them depended upon it. He had though, in his calculations and planning, allowed the odd three women for that purpose, the Arab crew were a rough looking bunch and, seemed a might less than trustworthy to him. If he fed them a little poorer quality female flesh it would forestall and prevent any problems on the long voyage and, ensure that the illegally held women could be got ashore with no questions asked.
It was then, in the blazing hot sun of the early afternoon, he had his henchmen drag one screaming slut up from the hold. To the loud cheering of the Arab crew the near-naked girl was carried wriggling and struggling, along the deck and to the base of the flag mast on the front deck. There, her wrists were bound together in front of her, the thick hemp rope cutting cruelly into her soft flesh and then hauled aloft. How the wailing bitch screamed as her arms were pulled up above her head and then louder still as she was stretched painfully and her toes lifted clear of the scrubbed boards of the decking. Her body, naked all but the tiny red panties covering her arse and cunt, was pressed against the thick, metal pole of the flag mast, her naked soft tits crushed against the hot metal as he was hoisted up in suspension. Within minutes word had spread and a fair crowd of leering and cheering Arabs, unshaven and in tattered, oily clothes, gathered around to watch the coming spectacle.
Frampton chose to do the honours, it would confirm his status in command and perhaps endear himself a little in the eyes of the Arab crewmen. He stepped forward a short length of rope in one hand, doubled in length to make it a heavy but most effective whip. With his left hand he reached out gripped the waistband of her little panties and with a heavy yank, ripped them clean from her body. To a roaring cheer from the watching crew he held her panties aloft, displaying them proudly and then, threw them into the baying crowd. A hush then fell, broken only by soft and excited whispers as he positioned himself to her side, took a good grip on the rope and pulled back his arm.
The last was hard and landed heavily, the thick rope thumbing across her bare buttocks to jolt her entire body and to slam her front against the metal flag post. The girl let out a piercing scream that was heard even above the loud cheering and then she slumped sobbing as the dreadful pain burned through her backside. To the continued loud and wild cheering Frampton watched as the pale skin of her buttocks turned a vivid red, speckled with blue bruising as the impact damage began to show. Then he whipped her again. A chant took up, the crowd clapping and urging him to swing in again and shouting raucously their delight as the sickeningly hard blows stung her naked backside.
"Yes!" they roared as one whenever the rope lashed her body and "More," whenever he paused to view his handiwork. There in the hot sun he whipped the naked girl before the crowd, lashing her backside until it was a mass of red blotched and blood specks could be seen leaking from the wounds. Finally and as the girl slumped close to unconsciousness he tossed the rope aside and undid his trousers. A terrific roar went up as his stiff cock sprang free and then the loud baying and shouted comments began. Those increased as he moved in behind her, pressed his cock head into the tight cleft of her backside and located it at the centre of her puckered anal ring.
More enthusiastic cheering rose as the bitch screeched and wiggled to try to prevent him accessing her backside but it was in vane and the cheering rose louder still as he pushed in, her ring expanded and the head of his cock was driven up inside her back passage. There Frampton fucked the slut brutally, slamming in so hard as he fucked her that her pale little body was battered against the hot metal of the pole. The crewmen went wild, they were on their feet stamping and clapping as the girl screamed in pain as her arse hole was so roughly reamed. Hard in and out he pumped his cock, lunging in with all the force he could must to ram his cock further and further up into her tight anal tract. In time with the clapping and chanting he thrust into her, working his long and thick cock far up into her and splitting her puckered ring under the dreadful pounding her gave her. Finally, and to the loud encouragement of the cheering crowd, he came, crying out loudly as he shot his load of hot sticky cum far up into her rectum. Frampton pulled out of the wailing girl, took a theatrical bow to acknowledge the applause and then waved to his henchmen.
If the crowd went wild before they went absolutely mad as the remaining two girls were dragged forward from the hold. It took two full minutes of waiting for the crowd to settle down sufficiently for him to be hear above the din. "A gift for you, my Arab friends!" he announced proudly and motioned to the screaming girls. "Enjoy!"
It was by the grace of God that he had the presence of mind to quickly dart to the side or he would surely have been trampled underfoot in the mayhem that ensued. The crowd of seamen surged forward, surrounding the base of the post and the three naked girls, hands eagerly grabbing and groping in the mad rush to get to the female pussies on offer. Within moments the three girls were being multi fucked, eager cocks in the pussies, their arses, in their mouths and even between their toes as the randy Arabs took their pleasure with them.
"That should keep them amused until we dock," Frampton said to his henchmen and laughed aloud. "Make sure the women in the hold are suitably shackled ready for transporting and, if any crewmen should try to take a slice, tell them the sheik with have their balls as camel food and, if that doesn't work - deal firmly with them yourselves."


***


The desert location had been carefully chosen, set under the many palm trees of the large oasis and with the auction podium set up backing onto the cool waters of the desert watering hole. Brightly coloured tents abounded, housing foods, drinks, tethered servant girls that served as tasters for the main sale and, of course, the essential brothel tent for those that simply could not wait. Rich tapestry carpets covered the sands and flaming torches set on ornate gold tripods were being lit as the setting sun sank over the horizon and the excitement of the coming evening began to build. Frampton had spent days organising the camp, the sale and much more, only the invitations had he left to his friend and client the sheik to send, all else was his own work.
It was the grandest of affairs, no expense had been spared and the Arab sheik was revelling in playing host to his many friends. Garbed in his finest red robes heavily embroidered with pure gold threads, the big Arab strolled with Frampton at his side, through the crowds of happy revellers and around the entire encampment on a tour of inspection. With regal grace the sheik waved acknowledge to respectful bows and lead his guest over to the food tent. There they halted before the long head table, the guests melting back respectfully to give the great man space.
A ripple of murmurs ran through the guests as the young slave girl was led in, unchained and walking sprightly, a beaming smile on her pretty face and her ample bust bouncing most delightfully. She was dressed in a skimpy belly-dancer's outfit of thin veils and decorative golden chain and with a bright red ruby stuck in her belly-button. Her hair was raven black , her skin tanned and olive dark and her eyes, watery and dark, simmering sexual lust sparkling within them. Frampton was immediately captivated by her, never had he encountered such a beauty as this. His liking for the girl increased manifold as she halted before him, bowed her head respectfully and sank down to her knees before him and then kissed both his feet with a loving reverence. "Master," she said sincerely.
"A little token of my appreciation of your efforts on my behalf," the sheik said. "Take her. She is yours for all times and, before you ask, the price of her will not be deducted from our profits on the sales this evening." The man laughed at Frampton's obvious delight and slapped him on the back before ordering the girl to go to Frampton's tent. "And now my friend, down to business."



***


Over a hundred honoured guests sat in rows on the richly decorated carpets laid out on the sands before the sales podium. Wealth simply oozed from them in the expensive robes and heavy gold jewellery that few but rich merchants or the hierarchy of society could even dream of affording. All were men of status, powerful men within the Arab kingdom, me to be impressed by and to be feared but this night they held a common aim, to purchase young female flesh as slaves and sexual playthings during the hot days and nights in the desert. Western Christian girls with pale flesh and narrow hips, hairy pussies and marvellous tight holes in their backsides.
Excited murmurs ran through the waiting men as Frampton, resplendent in casual clothes of the Arab style, stepped up onto the podium and raised his arms to call for silence.
"Honoured guests," he announced loudly. "Welcome to our auction. We feel sure you will be pleased with our offerings tonight and naturally eager to purchase but, and as a little taster to set the scene, I offer you a little entertainment prior to the goods being offered for sale." With a sweep of his arm to the side of the stage the curtains were pulled back and a low murmuring of approval went up.
A young girl, kneeling facing the crowd and with her thighs stretched wide apart,
was displayed to all. Her wrists were attached at the back of her neck, to a thick and wide leather collar, her elbows pointing out to the sides and that tension keeping her body upright and her chest pushed out. So wide were her knees pulled apart that her pelvis was forced down to bring her pussy only inches above the stage floor, the lips of her cunt stretched wide and a massive wooden dildo buried deep up inside her body.
The crowd then erupted in a round of loud applause and cheering and that increased as an attendant handed Frampton a long, thin cane and the young Englishman held it high for all to see. Again the roar of the crowd rang out as Frampton rested the cane across the top of the girl's bare tits, paused to take-in the shouted encouragement and then lifted the cane up high. There was silence as he held it there and then, as he swung down, the hiss of the cane could be heard, just a spilt-second before it cracked savagely hard across both her swelling tits at the same time. Her soft orbs bounced and recoiled under the slamming impact and her wailing screech of pain was answered with a loud yell of appreciation from the crowd. They all watched on as the wailing naked girl shuddered and jerking in wild agony then another roar of delight went up as a second stroke of the cane lashed down on her jutting tits, the hard shaft striking close to her nipples to send her into an uncontrollable series of pain-filled shuddering. Frampton waited for the effects of the pain to wear off a little and then swiped the cane hard across her bare backside, jerking her hips reactively forward to jar her insides most cruelly against the hard wooden dildo buried up inside her cunt. The crowd really enjoyed that one! Again he lashed her and then again, whipping her arse wickedly hard and in a continuous series of blows that had her hips pumping back, forth and up and down to fuck herself mercilessly on the huge wooden cock up her.
The crowd clapped and cheered as the wailing young girl was soundly thrashed, her entire body jolting and bucking under the lashes and her ample tits bouncing most temptingly as she did so. Her cunt too was well used, the puffy lips of her pussy sliding up and down the thick wooden shaft of the dildo with each body movement she made. It was then, an enforced fucking of herself that she was subjected too, a most marvellous spectacle and a perfect prelude to stir the cocks of the prospective buyers. It did just that, in the audience the Arab men could be see easing their stiffening cocks to more comfortable positions and their wide-eyed and hungry stares fully portrayed their lewd sexual lust. Finally, Frampton halted in the beating and held up his arms to call the audience to silence. The only sound then that could be heard was the loud wailing and blubbering of the kneeling, tethered girl.
"My fiends," he called out, the bulge in his trousers visibly displaying his own high state of arousal, "Such starters are only the beginning of a meal and, to fully complete the course..." he stepped aside and with another theatrical sweep of his arm, introduced the man that stepped out from behind the curtain.
"By the gods!" someone gasped.
"Not possible!" Another added.
"Such fun!" yet another cried out.
The newcomer to the stage was big and black , a huge mountain of a man with skin so ebony black and oiled that his muscles gleaming and rippled in the reflected torchlight. He was naked, his enormous thigh muscles thick like tree trunks and his chest a powerful mass of solid muscle that any prize fighter would be rightly proud of. The real item of the audience's interest though was his cock. It was a monster of a thing, thick and rubbery, like a big hosepipe and so long that it dangled down to his knee and the pink head slowly becoming visible as it stiffened and the foreskin rolled back. The cheering increased in volume and pitch as the black man's cock continued to rise, like a huge truncheon of unbelievable proportions it stiffened and hardened to first stand out level and then to rise up in full erection past his belly button. The crowd went wild. The Arabs got to their feet, screaming and shouting their great delight like a football crowd at a premier match, it was mayhem of the best kind, wild enthusiasm and pounding sexual anticipation.
The roar of the crowd was deafening as the black man stepped forward, a huge grin etched on his face and his white teeth gleaming in sadistic pleasure at the deed he was about to perform.
The nice part of the setup was, that the girl, still tethered and facing the crowd, had not a clue of what was going on. The big black man was behind her and out of her sight, everyone except her knew what she could expect and, given the size of the black man's cock and the tiny size of the hole in her backside, perhaps it was better that she didn't know. She the man knelt behind her and gripped her hips the girl tensed, her expression one of dread and her eyes staring out over the heads of the audience. As she felt the great head of his cock touch against the cleft of her buttocks her mouth dropped open and her wide-eyed stated opened wider still. When the huge head of his cock pressed against the tiny ring of her backside she uttered a strangled cry of fear and tears began to flood down her face. Gradually and as the black man pushed harder against her little puckered ring her gaze widened further still and her mouth opened to a full stretched gape. Her expression was one of stark terror and was much appreciated by the baying crowd.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as the huge head of the cock pushed up her arse hole and that screaming increased in volume and strength as her anal ring was wrenched wide until it split and the huge stiff cock pushed up inside to then stretch her anal tract. The girl seemed frozen in time as her backside was so cruelly invaded, total disbelief etched on her pained expression and wild agony blazing in her staring eyes. As the huge cock was worked further up into her young body she began to gag and then as it went further she began to retch, her insides stretched wide and her delicate anal tunnel ripped in the process.
A tremendous roar went up from the crowd as the black man filled her with his massive cock and then began pumping it in and out of her bloody backside to jar and jolt her body most cruelly under the powerful pounding he was giving her. Her entire body bucked and was bounced under the pumping of the black man's hips as they slammed against and up to her buttocks, his massive cock reaming her arse hole and the thick wooden dildo still buried up inside her cunt. To the excited chanting of the crowd in time with his lunges the girl was double-fucked, brutally and savagely before the sex-hungry audience of Arab men.
The girl's body and head was bucked around as though she was riding a bronco, the forceful thrusts of the black man pounding her body roughly, jigging her tits and crushing the insides of her pussy tunnel hard against the stiff wooden dildo. Gradually and as the crowd sensed the black man coming, they cheered him on, yelling and screaming in wild delight as he pounded toward his climax. It was a thunderous roar that went up as the black man came, shooting his thick cum far up her backside as the girl spurted a stream of vomit from her mouth and her upper body slumped forward in unconsciousness. The black man pulled out of her to sent jet after jet of hot, sticky cum splattering onto her naked back and buttocks, his blood and cum coated cock twitching and jerking in spasm to shoot powerful jets of his seed onto her.
"Refreshments and food will be served now!" Frampton quickly announced. "And then, gentlemen, you can bid for your own little slut to abuse."



***


The stage area had been cleaned, the guests fed and watered liberally with strong wine and spit-roasted duck and chicken, soaked in olive oil and herbs, precisely to the Arab taste. With the foregoing display of sexual abuse and with their bellies full and cocks hard and pulsing, the Arab audience settled down to view the goods to be offered and to purchase for themselves the means of sating their pulsing sexual needs.
Only low muttering of approval could be heard as the first file of naked girls was led up the steps at the side of the stage and herded into a line facing the leering audience. The eager men hypnotised by the wonderful display of young, naked Western girls as they were marched into place and set for viewing. Twenty in the first batch were on sale, twenty young and fresh-bodies to be bid for and to be purchased and owned by the highest bidder.
The girls were chained hand and foot, not by heavy iron chains but strong golden chain, more ornamental and appealing, totally befitting the scene and the high-class of the goods on offer. Their wrists were chained behind their back, leaving their fronts exposed for inspection and their ankles individually shackled to allow sufficient movement to shuffle but not to walk. The communal chain that linked each of the girls to the next was attached to their collars, the thick leather bands that surrounded their slim necks and kept them in line for ease of movement.
"Starting bids of two thousand and more!" Frampton shouted as the chatter and muttering grew louder by the minute. He pointed with the cane to the first girl in the line, a most attractive little brunette with nice sized tits, full flaring hips and a veritable tuft of black pubic hair nestling between the tops of her thighs. "For this pretty little English virgin fresh from the green fields of the heart of England."
"Two thousand, five hundred!" one Arab shouted.
"Three!"
"Three seventy-five!"
"Four!"
The bidding rose enthusiastically and as the price rose, those shouting bids became fewer. Soon only three bidders remained standing and the price hovered at around eight-thousand.
Frampton cupped one of the girl's full tits with his hand and squeezed hard to make the girl cry out in pain. "She sings well too!" he chuckled. "Do I hear nine?"
"Eight and a half," one overweight Arab shouted back, "If I can feel the goods first!"
His comment raised a round of laughter and it was with much eagerness and merriment that he made his way through the seated crowd, up onto the stage to stand before the trembling young girl. With his gnarled and weather beaten hands he felt her firm, young tits, pinching cruelly at her rubber nipples and feeling the heavy orbs in a lecherous and lewd manner as was possible. He pinched and felt her backside, fingered her cunt to the shouted delight of the audience and then kissed each of her tits in turn. Then the man whirled to face the crowd, a huge smile on his face and his tobacco-stained teeth marring his wide-mouthed grin. "Ten!" he shouted loudly and received a roar of applause from the audience.
Frampton looked to the two remaining bidders in the audience who, both shook their heads and sat down. "Sold at ten thousand!" he yelled out and stepped aside to allow the attendant to unlock the girl from the chain and to present her to her new master. He left the money matters in the capable hands of his henchmen as the sobbing girl was led away, then pointed to the next girl in line. "A fiery redhead..." he pointed with the cane down to her fuzz of orange pubic hair, "... and a natural one too! Not virgin but little used." He lowered his voice as though divulging a secret. "Rumour is that she loves sucking cock and taking it up her arse."
"Who gives a heap of camel dung what she likes!" one Arab shouted out to riotous laughter from the others. "She will take it up the arse anyway - like it or not as she might."
"One thousand five hundred is the starting bid, do I hear two?"
And on the auction went, each of the fifty girls offered in turn and sold quickly. Each taken away in tears by their new owners, to a life of sexual abuse and slavery, in the hot and stifling climate of the desert and now under the ways of the Arab culture.


***


The sale was over and Frampton had made a mint. The evening had been long and tiring but filled with sexual anticipation and pumping high excitement. It was in the early hours of the night that he returned to his own tent, a splendid and large affair, filled with thick rugs spread over the sands and a mountain of gaily covered cushions on which to sit and lay down. He closed the flap on his tent and tied it securely and then turned to be greeted by the alluring and warming smile of his own personal sex slave. His present from the sheik couldn't have been better nor at that moment more welcome. His cock had endured hours of stiff erection and his balls were full and heavy, what better way to relive that tension then but with a delightful little beauty such as this.
Dutifully and respectfully the girl walked slowly forward, dropped to knees before him and kissed his feet. "Master," she breathed in a low and husky voice that sent shockwaves of sensation shooting through his cock. "I am yours to command."
"Rise girl," he ordered her and watched as the slim, young beauty stood up and faced him, not a sign of fear on her face and only loving devotion in her expression and her eyes. "Remove the veils and show me your body.
He swallowed hard as she complied. Of all the women he had fucked and abused in the past, none could hold a candle to this sultry beauty. Her tits were full and heavy, the skin firm and youthful, the nipples long and brown and standing out in wonderful firmness. Her pussy was shaven, bald as a baby's backside and her buttocks jutting out and taut with a shimmering silky gleam to them. "Fetch me some cords," he ordered her and received a bolt of sensation as she smiled back at him knowingly, her full red lips parting and the pearly white of her teeth flashing a cock-jerking grin.
Frampton undressed as he watched her moving and bending, the bitch simply became more tempting and attractive by the second and his heart raced as fast as the pulses in his throbbing cock. Those pulsing sensations increased as the naked girl, her full tits swaying bouncing as she walked back toward him, halted and offered out her hand with the red cords laying upon it. More pounding sensations gripped in his cock and balls as the teasing little slut held out her other wrist, ready and willing to be tied and all the time with that beckoning simpering smile etched on her pretty face.
The act of binding her wrist with the cord was profound and filled with pleasure for him, he circled the soft, pliable cord around her thin wrist and knotted it, pulling it tightly until she winched with pain but did not cry out. Over to the centre of the large tent he led her, faced her to the rear of the tent and extended the cord out to the left, bound it to the wooden upright pole and lashed it securely high up the post. Slowly and ceremoniously he did likewise with her other wrist, pulling her other arm out to the right side and lashed it to the second upright. She now stood, naked and bound, her arms pulled up and out to the sides and her wonderful body fully accessible to him. There was no need to tie her feet, she had already adapted a wide-footed stance that allowed him easily to access both her orifices, one total abandonment and compliance, subservience and complete devotion to her master.
Frampton's cock bounced and reared in excited anticipation as he used the final length of cord, doubled it in length and wound it twice around his palm to form a wicked looking whip. He moved close in behind her, sniffing and taking in the marvellous scent of her young body and then flicked the whip gently at her taut buttocks. It delighted him that she tensed and shivered also in delight, uttering a little gasp of pleasure as the thin cords struck her flesh. Again he flicked her, a little harder this time, lashing not too hard at her buttocks by sufficiently to create a little stinging sensation for her. The results were the same, she shivered and gasped, moaned softly and then sighed longingly as the sensation swept through her. Around her he moved, lashing gently at her outer thighs, then the fronts of them, her heavy full tits and her stomach, beating the girl softly but with gradually increasing force as he worked his way around her to once again come to her back.
"Wonderful bitch," he muttered in awe and laid a hard lash of the cords across her upper back and watched as her entire body curved forward, her hips lunging lewdly and listened to her cry out, not in pain but in utter ecstasy. Savagely he whipped her arse, lashing her olive-coloured buttocks with the red cord and giving her a taste of real pain. It made no difference, her tolerance appeared to be high and the pain of no concern to her. Quite the reverse, it appeared to arouse her all the more. Harder and faster he whipped her taut backside, trying now to inflict sufficient pain for her to scream, but she did not.
Around her he moved, lashing brutally hard at the outsides of her thighs, then her stomach and then up over her tits but still the bitch wouldn't scream. She simply lolled her head back, her eyes closed and moaned softly in utter bliss. With all the force her could muster, Frampton whipped her bare tits, not once but six times, cruel and sadistic strokes designed to instil agony and yet - the bitch took it all. Now he aimed at her nipples, whipping the cords hard across her jutting teats, hitting the rubbery pegs of flesh so hard that they bent under the blows and then sprang back to shape as she moaned loudly her pleasure.
Aroused more by her tolerance to pain he whipped her harder still, lashing in from the top, the sides and up underneath but still she moaned pleasure and not pain. Finally, and as he laid a stroke on her bare tits, the girl tensed, cried out and shuddered violently as she came to climax.
"You bloody marvellous bitch!" he panted excitedly and dropped to his knees. Frampton pushed his face between the tops of her thighs, paused to sniff at the silky soft baldness of her cunt and then began a heated and urgent licking of her smooth crack and lips. Far up into her he worked his tongue, forcing far up into her soft, warm insides and tasting the marvellous tangy juices that now leaked liberally from her sex. For many long minutes he licked her cunt and clit, adding to her shuddering orgasm and taking her to unknown heights of pleasure. He slurped and licked, lapped and sucked down her cunt juice, all the time his cock bouncing and twitching as his sense of thrill and excitement surged through him.
Finally he stood up, his chin and cheeks slicked with her this, musky cunt juice, looped the thin cord around her left nipple and pulled the slip-knot tight up around the long peg. He pressed his cock head against her bald crack as her eyes opened to stare longingly at him and then he yanked hard on the cord to crush her teat most cruelly. In the same moment and part of the same movement, his cock slipped easily up inside her welcoming cunt, her mouth opened as she screamed and he kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue forcing roughly and fully in and to the back of her throat. With his stiff cock buried up inside him, he kissed on, tonguing the inside of her mouth as he pulled brutally hard on the cord around her nipple. The result was that as she tensed, she sucked hard on his tongue and her insides clamped hard around his stiff cock shaft. So great was the suction her wet insides created around his throbbing cock that it was like a vacuum pump, sucking his cock mercilessly for it spunk and soon, very quickly actually, she received it. It was Frampton that now went into juddering spasms, his whole body shaking and quivering in utter bliss as the cum was sucked out of his cock and jetted up into her warm, wet interior. Harder she sucked on his tongue in her mouth, stimulated in her excitement by the pain created in her nipple by the tight cord. Within a few seconds she too was shaking and quivering as her second and more powerful orgasm crashed through her.
Together they remained locked in passion, his cock up her cunt and his tongue forced deep in her open mouth. They bucked and writhed as one, their hips grinding hard against one another's in heated passion so wild that they were detached from the outside world around them. Eventually she released the clamping of her muscles around his cock and allowed his to pull his softening cock out of her.
"My God!" Frampton panted, his hands resting on his knees and his body bet down as he sucked in air to try to recover from the intensity of his orgasm. "What a dirty little bitch you are!"
"Yes, master," she said with a broad grin. "But my orgasms are more intense still when my backside is used."
"Oh my!" he stated in amazement, pulled his leather belt from his trousers and took a firm grip on the buckle. "This time I will make you scream."
The girl giggled mischievously and said defiantly. "I think not master."
"I think you will," he retorted, not angrily but excitedly.
She shook her pretty head and fixed him with a challenging stare. "No, no," she sang most teasingly and then gasped as the wide leather belt crack savagely hard across the tops of her breasts, slamming down so hard that the orbs bounced up under the recoil. For a moment she remained silent, with her eyes closed and an angelic expression on her face. Then her eyes slowly opened and she broke a wide grin. "Master will have to try harder still if he wants to hear his little slave scream."
Frampton Hines had at last found a personal slave to suit his high standards of requirement. He pulled back his arm, paused to savour the tingling sensations in his cock as it began stirring back to life and swung in hard to lash the leather belt hard across her bare cunt mound.
"Unnnh!" she uttered and then giggled. "Hard still, my master."

The end.

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