Chapter Five
When Jessica saw Allison being dragged through the door she had mixed feelings.
At first she was upset that her younger colleague had been kidnapped too, she
had been hoping against hope that she had somehow managed to escape, but she was
also relieved that the pretty red head was safe, at least for the time being.
Allison was dragged in by a black man who could have been the twin of the huge
negro that had brought Jessica in. She seemed to be more alert than Jessica as
she had inhaled a lower dose of the drug and her eyes darted around the room
even as her guard lifted her chained hands up her back to ensure her compliance.
Allison's bar didn't need adjusting as the taller Jessica's had been and the
black man pushed the pretty red head against it and held her bent at the waist
by shoving his knee into the small of her back. Jessica couldn't see Allison's
face now as the black brim of her tricorn hat hid her face but she could see her
arms lifted and secured in the same way that hers had been so that she was bent
forward over the bar. They removed her heavy black skirt as they had done the
army officer's but Allison tried to struggle which was hopeless as she would
never break the grasp of the huge man holding her ankles.
This time the blonde army officer saw with interest that the weasly arab man who
had taken her skirt also took Allison's but folded it neatly and placed it on a
small table. The younger woman sniffed sadly as they removed her skirt although
Jessica knew that she was wearing a panty-girdle which was somewhat more
decorous in this position than her own flimsy french knickers.
'Now, now. Two pretty bitches for the price of one, some would call me a lucky
man.' Laughed Abdul al Rafiq. ' But we shall see how these crusader sluts
dance.' With this he produced a long whippy cane about three feet in length and
tested it through the air with a couple of vicious sounding slices. 'But wait,
gentlemen, they should be able to enjoy each others company, too, as all wayward
harpies desire.'
Suddenly the two black men grabbed the prisoners by the hair and tugged their
heads back sharply so that both girls squeeled in pain and surprise. Allison
watched them put a slim silver collar snugly about the blondes throat just above
her stiff khaki shirt collar but didn't have long to wait until her neck was
similarly restricted. The collar was just tight enough to cause discomfort
without any risk of oxygen starvation to the brain. Then both girls found the
collar attached by a silken cord to the same chain as their wrists. This served
to pull their heads back until they were looking straight at each other and in
even greater discomfort. They both eyed the once trusted Arab gentleman who
stood between them with contempt and a hint of defiance.
'Such pretty jewellery and so lucky that it is such a good fit.' All the men
laughed at the joke, Jessica realised that this wasn't a crime of opportunity
but something they had been planning probably from the moment the two girls
stepped ashore. ' Now where was I? Oh yes we were going to start your dancing
lesson. Now who shall we start with?'
He walked out of Allison's field of view and stood behind her. Her bondage
presenting him with a view of her stockinged legs, her tight pantygirdle
straining against her bottom. He lifted the tail of her white shirt higher with
the tip of his whip causing the young English girl to stiffen.
Allison concentrated her green eyes on Jessicas blue eyes to try to distract her
from what may be happening behind her. The army officer tried to give her a
reassuring look but she was also drawn to stare in horror at what may follow.
'Maybe we should see the paces of this pretty little whore. See how she responds
to a little gentle encouragement.' Allison squealed as he flicked the tip of the
crop lightly against the bulge of her bottom just below where her panties ended
and her toned white flesh was exposed. Allison bit her lip as he began to stroke
up the insides of her thighs with the crop, the extreme gentleness of his
actions merely proving his skill with the device rather than any sensual
intention on her part. She let out a gasp as he stroked it back and forth where
her legs met pressing it firmly upward. Allison shifted uncomfortably as much as
the padded bar, chains and collar would allow her.
'You wog bastard leave her alone!' Yelled Jessica, her middle class womanhood
enraged. There was colour in her cheeks showing the fury that she felt at this
horrible man trying to defile a british officer and her only a teenage girl at
that. Abdul looked at her with a look of fury in his eyes. It faded quickly but
his body remained taut as he strode heavily around behind Jessica.
'Why do you object you amazon bitch! Have I not seen you with my own eyes
casting your glance about you like a cheap bazaar whore. And that little bitch
you seek to protect cavorting in the sea like a pair of greek sirens. And if you
find the touch of a real man so distasteful why do you wear garments such as
these for our delectation.' And with that he brought the flat of his hand down
hard on each of Jessica's silk wrapped buttocks. 'Or maybe you are jealous,
Amazon. Jealous that I may pay her more heed than you and you having dealt with
shaitan for good men's souls in exchange for the pleasures of your corrupted
white flesh.' Again he spanked both her buttocks. This time the blows on areas
already made sore caused Jessica to exclaim.
He leant close into her face, 'Don't worry bitch, you will get what you crave so
badly before long.' Again the men laughed sycophantically.'I could punish you
bitches for behaving like sluts in my house. IN MY HOUSE!' Again there was the
fury but it soon passed again as he recovered his veneer of composure. 'But the
care of the house of a man should really be a woman's work.' Again he was stood
between the two bound women and he motioned for someone who had been waiting
just outside the doorway.
The only thing that the girls could tell about the new arrival was the click of
her heels on the marble floor until she was stood right in front of them. It
turned out to be a dark haired russian girl with grey eyes. At first she
appeared naked but she was actually wearing a very short transparent smock. The
two english girls wrinkled their noses in disgust seeing this white woman so
openly on display. Her slim girlish figure clearly visible, her small pointed
breasts, the tiny triangle of dark pubic hair failing to hide her sex and her
slim white legs down to to the high heeled sandles with the leather thongs criss
crossed up to her knees. She was also wearing a veil of the same slightly white
hued transparent material as the dress, her hair pulled back into a simple
ponytail.
'Now my house trained bitch which of these English sluts would you like to prove
your obedience with first?' The Russian girl looked at both of the young
officers before pointing at the red haired Allison. Then she spoke a few words
in Russian. The smaller arab man translated:
'She wants to beat the red haired one so that the arrogant blonde bitch can see
what she has coming to her.' He handed her a leather paddle and she clicked on
her high heels behind the young Wren. The tall army officer still stinging from
the short spanking watched transfixed in terrorised anticipation.
