Slaver's Bait: The Taking of Cheryl (17 page)

The Turk let go with a mighty blow of the whip across her tits.

“Ohhhhhhh,!” she cried out. “Oh, God! Oh! That hurts! Please don’t whip me! I’ll do anything you want. Please!”

Turk paid her screaming no mind. Ruthlessly, methodically, he traversed her body with the cane. Across her stomach, the front and rear of her thighs, her ass and her back, and of course, her breasts again. More than twenty blows fell on the girl’s flesh. Her screaming had deflated to a constant low wail by the time the Turk was finished. She was a sweaty, red marked mess. She slumped rather than stood. The Turk put away the cane. Cheryl had watched the girl’s pummeling with astonishment. She knew now why the Turk had whipped her. It was an awesome thing to watch.

The Turk’s manhood tented against his trousers. He knelt down and undid the straps holding the girl’s ankles in place. He pulled them back, attached a spreader bar between them and locked the bar to the floor. He had not lengthened the chains holding the girl’s wrists, and so she had to lean forwards. Her rear jutted out invitingly. The Turk turned around to the front of the girl and jammed the gag back into her mouth. He buckled the mask back into place. In front of the girl, Turk began to remove his clothes. The girl watched incredulously at first, and then began to protest and cry behind her gag. When he was fully disrobed, the Turk reached out and grabbed the young woman’s full and firm breasts. He squeezed them, twisting the nipples. The girl winced in pain. Moving behind the girl, the Turk reached his hand under her and began to manipulate the tender lips of her sex. His cock in one hand, her quim in the other, the Turk stood and watched the young girl pull fruitlessly against her bonds. When she was wet, he presented his rock hard cock for penetration. As he eased himself in, to the girl’s great dismay, he looked at Denise. The new girl was facing Denise and Denise watched as Turk impaled the girl. Their eyes met. Denise could read only the cold hardness of a man who kidnaps and rapes women. Gone was the tenderness she had seen, gone was, or so it seemed, any hope for her.

The Turk pounded away at the girl’s cunt. He had barely registered seeing Denise and she quickly faded from his mind as the pleasures of this new bitch’s cunt went through him. He grabbed her swinging breasts for leverage and he ploughed back and forth into her. She was whining throughout her ordeal. Twice she looked up at Denise, her eyes pleading for help. “I can’t help you,” Denise thought. “I can’t even help myself.”

When the Turk was done, he left both women there. He left the light on so that they could look at each other and benefit from the other’s predicament. When the door slammed shut, Denise began to cry.

About two hours later, Denise was surprised when a tall, young, black haired woman entered the room. She was speaking loudly to ‘the man’ as Denise thought of him. They were not speaking English. The woman wore tight black slacks, matching black boots and a white shirt with frills down the front. Her hair was dark and short.

Nora had arrived just before dark. Her plane had coasted in low over the trees and then landed on the long lake. When the plane was tied off, Nora walked up to the house. She was admitted through the chain link gate by the old man. He hugged and kissed her. Tamara screeched with joy when Nora walked in the door. They hugged and kissed. Tamara pulled her into the kitchen and sat her down at the counter. In a minute a large cup of tea and honey covered pastries were on the counter.

Nora was an old friend of the family’s. She was Turk’s second cousin. She had been close friends with Tamara’s daughter, Fatima. Fatima’s death had torn something in her too. The only men she had any stomach for were the old man, Fatima’s father, and the Turk. She would do anything for the Turk.

The Turk had been out rowing his canoe. He had heard the plane and returned to the house. He got in just as Nora was finishing her tea. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. They said hello in English. Nora’s eyes searched Turk’s. “Oh, you’ve got it bad,” she said, still in English.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he replied. “Auntie,” he said in Turkish as he addressed Tamara, “Nora will stay for dinner and until after lunch tomorrow. Please have her bedroom ready.”

Nora snuggled up to the Turk. “I’d rather sleep with you, Turk.” Even she had abandoned use of his given name.

“Cut the crap. Let me show you the goods.”

So when Nora walked into the dungeon, Turk was right behind her. She paused at the frightened new girl, feeling her tits and her thighs. She noticed the dried sperm on her thighs and smiled. She spoke in Turkish. “Couldn’t wait, eh?” she said jokingly.

“It’s good to get them going right away,” the Turk answered. “Besides, I was horny.”

“Okay, okay,” Nora replied. She looked over at the distraught Denise. While the new girl’s aches and pains subsided, Denise’s had grown. The aching in her feet had grown close to unbearable. She had tried every combination of placement of her feet. She begged the Turk with her eyes to release her.

“She looks a bit uncomfortable, Turk,” Nora said. Denise did not understand the words, but she knew that the woman was talking about her. Was this her new owner?

“So?” Turk replied.

“So, I just thought I’d mention it,” Nora said. She reached out and stroked Denise’s breasts. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed them gently. She rubbed the nipple with her thumbs, testing their responsiveness. She ran her hands along the young girl’s back, over her ass and down her thighs. In English she spoke to Denise, “Spread your legs, dearie.”

Denise was taken aback by the sudden switch to English, but obediently complied, although moving her feet was agony. Nora ran her hands along the inside of Denise’s thighs. She rubbed against the delicate cunt lips and tickled the little nub of flesh at the apex. Nora was an expert at female flesh. She had peddled enough of it. She knew her way around a cunt and soon had Denise lubricated and moaning.

“Maybe I’ll sleep with her tonight,” Nora teased the Turk.

The Turk, who had been watching, replied, “Suit yourself.”

“I’d get her out of this if you want her to be able to walk,” Nora told him.

“Okay, okay,” the Turk answered. “So, get her out.”

Nora unleashed Denise from the pole and pulled her off of the steel plate. She was escorted from the room. The new girl, whose calves were burning from the effort of leaning forwards for two hours, pleaded to be released. Her voice was just a mumble. The Turk turned out the light and shut the door.

Later, at dinner, Denise knelt at her usual station. She had her eyes fixed on the Turk while he ate, trying to find any hint of her fate. She realized that she had become complacent over the last few weeks. She had even, at times, forgotten that she was a kidnapped prisoner here, at the mercy of her chief tormentor. Her body craved his touch, the hardness of his manhood as it filled her. Yet, she was remembering, he was the enemy. He had kidnapped and tortured her. He could destroy her at will. He could even sell her body to some other cruel, hateful master and perhaps already had.

But she didn’t want another master. Would another master caress her so tenderly? Would there be anyone like the old woman, whose lunacy seemed almost natural? Denise, for the first time since her first day here, feared for her future. If only she could convince him to keep her! So she knelt, her back straight, her breasts thrust out, awaiting her master’s pleasure.

After she had eaten from her bowl in the kitchen, the old lady had brought her to the living room where the Turk, the young woman and the old man sat. Denise was worried at the muted demeanor of the old lady. It gave credence to her own feelings of impending doom.

Before she had a chance to kneel at the Turk’s side, the young woman rose from her seat and took her leash from Tamara’s hands. She said something teasingly to Turk and then led Denise out of the room and up the stairs.

The guest bedroom was across the hall from the Turk’s room. Nora led Denise over to the bed, a wide, long bed with a white cotton bedspread. Nora pulled back the covers and urged Denise into it. She went to the bathroom and emerged in the process of removing her blouse. She wore a light, white, under wire bra underneath and she removed it, releasing her pale white breasts. She shucked off her slacks and panties and then sat on the bed.

Nora was far from bashful when it came to women’s bodies. She ran her hand over Denise’s stomach as she seized a nipple with her mouth. She gave the nipple a long, soothing kiss as she tenderly separated the delicate lips below. Denise, disconcerted by this woman’s amorous intent, spread her legs obediently nonetheless. She closed her eyes and let the moist lips and the practiced hand impassion her. Nora turned her oral attention to Denise’s other breast. The young girl’s cunt was moistened now and loose. Nora plunged her fingers inside and made Denise gasp. She felt the hand leave her pussy and then the back of her mask being loosened. The gag was removed and the young woman’s tongue was thrust into her mouth.

Denise had never experimented with lesbian sex and had never had another woman touch her private places since she was a child. She had been shocked at first at Tamara’s advances, but the sweetness and affection that seemed to prompt them made them seem natural. But this was the real thing. A woman was kissing her, rubbing her breasts against hers, insinuating her leg between her thighs. But something inside of her told her that whatever she had believed about sex, its ‘right’ usages, the appropriate circumstances for lust, was useless now. Sex was imposed on her and she could either enjoy it or burn. She would rather enjoy it. She began to kiss the woman back. She clenched Nora’s thigh with hers. Nora returned her hand to Denise’s sex and pulled and prodded at the point of pleasure at the top. She slid her fingers into the moist crevasse and stroked the roof. Denise was gasping in pleasure, pressing her lips to Nora’s. She began to thrust her hips, bucking at the hand that was driving her lust. When she came, she moaned into Nora’s mouth while she squeezed the hand that pleasured her with her thighs.

Nora whispered in her ear, “Say ‘thank you’, slut.”

Denise hesitated. This woman was asking her, ordering her, to break one of the cardinal rules. She couldn’t make the words come out. Nora rubbed Denise’s still moist cunt with her hand, sending a reverberation of her passion through her body.

“Say ‘thank you’, cunt,” she repeated.

The voice was more emphatic. Tears came to Denise’s eyes. In a hushed, small voice she replied, “My mouth is made for fucking.”

Nora looked up at her and smiled. She was familiar with Turk’s practices. But this was her night with the girl, not his. “Not tonight it’s not. Now, thank me.”

“Th-thank you,” Denise stuttered.

“There, that was easy,” Nora continued. She played with Denise’s breast, flicking the nipple with her finger. “Have you ever sucked on a woman’s tit?” she asked the captive woman.

“No,” Denise replied meekly.

“That’s ‘No, Mistress’.”

“No, Mistress.”

“Well tonight you’re going to get your start,” Nora told her.

Nora sat up and leaned against the pillows. She pulled Denise after her. Denise knelt next to the other woman, her shoulders bent, leaning over her. Nora grabbed her own breast. It more than filled her hand. She lifted it, proffering its nipple to Denise. “Kiss my nipple,” she ordered.

Tentatively, Denise placed her mouth on the stiff nubbin of flesh. She was surprised by the pleasant feeling it gave her. Now she understood why men liked it so much. She swirled her tongue over the areola, drawing a sigh from the black haired girl. “And now the other,” Nora instructed her.

She lifted her other breast to Denise’s lips and let her mouth encircle it. Denise sucked on the teat gently, grabbing the nipple with her lips, flicking it with her tongue. It was easy. Just do the things that you like to have done to you. When Nora moaned, Denise engulfed the whole top of her breast, filling her mouth with it.

Nora wanted more. She leaned up and reached behind Denise, unlocking her bracelets. “Caress my cunt,” she ordered.

Denise, grateful for the use of her hands, placed one lightly on Nora’s sex. She was surprised at its warmth. She felt the slippery lubrication leaking from between the engorged lips. She parted them and stroked the length of the slit, delving slightly into its interior. “Oh, yes!” Nora exclaimed. She was a woman of unreserved passion. For her, there was no reason to hold back anything, especially lust. She had had the free use of women’s bodies for many years and daily took pleasure from them. “Rub my clit!” she told Denise.

The slave girl placed two of her fingers on the hard button and rubbed it gently. Nora sighed and leaned back, letting her blood rise. She rocked her hips gently in time with Denise’s fingers. Denise was still licking at Nora’s breasts when Nora rubbed Denise’s cheek with her hand. “Lick my cunt, slave girl. Put you lips on it.”

Denise had no thought of disobedience of Nora’s order. She leaned over and positioned herself kneeling between Nora’s thighs. The aroma of Nora’s juices was overpowering. She was caught up in Nora’s feverish passion. As she opened her mouth and placed her lips on the center of Nora’s pleasure, she thought to herself, surprised, “I want to do this. I want to do this.”

And she did. She ran her tongue down the entrance to Nora’s sheath and plunged it inside. She reveled in the fumes, the taste. She grabbed Nora’s hips and she began to lap at the flushed gash. Nora’s hips were bucking now. She had grabbed Denise’s head. “Suck my clit!” she yelled. “Suck it now!”

Denise captured the little man and sucked on it readily. Nora moaned and rocked her hips. Her hands tightened on Denise’s head as waves of release poured through her. “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” she cried.

When her orgasms abated, Nora took Denise in her arms. She ran her hand over Denise’s breast and kissed her lips. “Now say, ‘thank you Mistress’,” she instructed.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Denise whispered.

The women lay there together for some time. Denise felt Nora’s hand run down her thigh. She placed her lips in the crux of Denise’s neck and kissed it, sucking on the skin gently. Denise was emboldened. “May I speak, Mistress?” she asked.