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Arms, Part One
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Carl Campbell sipped his drink while he watched his
daughters splash around in the pool. Across the table from him
sat his wife of 15 years. Sarah had just turned thirty-five
but could easily pass for her early twenties. She was dressed
in a slim bikini that hugged her athletic curves in all the
right places. Her apparel was hardly appropriate for a woman
in the Middle East, in fact it was illegal. But with the right
friends and financial clout, private enclosures within the
estates of powerful individuals could be used, and in this
land, the rules don't apply to the men in control of the black
gold known as oil. Carl's job was to acquire items for these
men that, although well within their vast budgets, were
difficult to obtain due to the western world's disapproving
attention. The most common of these things was high tech
weapons, although difficult to obtain these things fetched a
highly profitable price from his clients. He also dabbled in
another area of supply with only his most preferred clients,
this trade item fetched a huge cash return for very little
investment. Carl was an exclusive underground white slave
trader. His clientele was very select, only a handful of
wealthy men who derived a great deal of pleasure from owning a
beautiful young American woman. In this part of the world, it
was an unwritten rule that a man owned women, they were called
his wives. The thrill for these men was lost because a woman
born into this culture accepted it as a way of life, unlike an
educated American woman, who's beliefs and morals would
totally reject the concept of ownership by a man. Carl
provided certain powerful men with women that he smuggled from
the U.S., most specifically ordered in advance. When he
received an order he would research for months to find a
likely candidate, usually a woman with little or no family,
young, blonde, brunette, or whatever the client was looking
for. He usually shipped two to three women per year, mostly
teenagers through their early twenties. The oldest he ever
sold was thirty-three, his client had met her at a party on
one of his trips to the U.S. he was quite taken with her, but
she rather forcefully rejected his advances, embarrassing him
in front of some of his associates. Carl didn't normally do
orders for an individual, he preferred to snare anonymous
victims, but his client was very determined, and this
translated into a hefty fee for Carl. So he did the job, the
last time he saw her she was hanging by her hands from a chain
in a small dark room in the bowels of his clients palace, her
clothes hanging in shreds around her now naked body. Behind
her a soldier was swinging a long leather whip back and forth.
His client relaxed in a large chair in front of her as the
whip connected with her back and the screaming started. Carl
heard the screams fade as he worked his way up and out of the
palace. The youngest woman he ever sold was a girl of about
twelve, a homeless runaway he had picked up from a bus
station. Once she was cleaned up and prepared she was very
pretty, this one almost caused him some difficulty, as his own
youngest was almost the same age. But his client was specific
about the age and Carl fell back on his rule that this was
business and the girl was merchandise and, unlike his own
daughters whom he loved dearly, she meant nothing to him but
a profit margin.
Carl turned from his wife to watch his daughters again.
Sarah knew nothing of his real work, of course. She believed
him to be in the export business, which was true to a certain
extent. He normally didn't bring his family on business
excursions, but the offer by his client of the use of the
palace facilities was too tempting to pass up. He suspected
that the free working vacation for him and his family was a
softening-up ploy in order to get a better deal for the next
arms shipment, necessary to counteract new weapons acquired by
his clients' main enemy. Carl was aware of this because, in
fact, he had been the supplier of those new enemy weapons.
Playing both sides off one another was risky but Carl was very
careful that no connection could be made between him and his
other client.
He admired his daughters as they took turns diving into
the pool. Stephanie was almost sixteen and turning into a
gorgeous young woman. Carl often caught himself admiring her
well developed body, she had her mothers' chestnut brown hair
but wore it long, she also had her mothers' blue eyes. his
other daughter, Beth, had just turned eleven and took after
Carls' side of the family, with big green eyes and long red
hair. He could see the beginnings of budding breasts
underneath her pink one piece bathing suit. He often found
himself thinking sexual thoughts when watching his daughters
but in spite of his amoral stance toward the women and girls
he sold into slavery, his wife and daughters were his greatest
joy and he hoped to retire comfortably soon and enjoy his
family with no worries for the rest of his life.
His reverie was interrupted by a servant delivering a
message, the Prince, his client, was ready for their meeting.
"I'll be back later hon, these things usually run on", he
said as he rose. "Say goodnight to the girls for me."
He kissed his wife and walked into the palace.
Carl was led to an audience chamber laden with silk
tapestries and large, colourful cushions placed behind low
tables. This was the Prince's idea of a conference room. Most
of the Prince's business meetings ran long and late, usually
finishing with some perverse entertainment involving one or
more of the Prince's pleasure slaves, some of whom Carl had
sold to the Prince. Prince Ashir entered with robes flowing
and, after the usual ceremony, proceeded with the meeting. The
meeting went as usual, the Prince was very long-winded and
given to impromptu speeches whenever the mood took him. Carl
noted that Ashir was in rare form, rambling on at several
points about trust and loyalty between business partners. Carl
was getting worried that maybe the Prince had learned about
certain other business deals, but things winded up late in the
evening and a deal was struck. The Prince clapped his hands
and servants cleared the papers from the tables. More servants
swept into the room with large, covered boards. A board was
placed in front of each man at the table. Carl looked at the
object set in front of him, the board was about three feet
wide by four feet long and was draped with a large cloth made
of silk. Whatever was under the cloth was fairly big, Carl
assumed from the smell that it was dinner, but he wasn't sure
he was hungry enough for whatever filled up such a large
plate.
"In honour of our esteemed colleague, Mr. Campbell, I
have arranged a delicacy as uncommon as it is exciting. As in
so many fine recipes, how the food is arranged is as important
as how the food is prepared." And with that, servants pulled
away all of the silk cloths, unveiling the meals to all
present.
Carl was surprised, but he should have expected something
like this, knowing the tastes of his host. On the board was a
naked young woman, strapped down to handles that ran along the
edges. The woman was on her back, on top of her hands which
were secured behind her back. Her knees were folded so that
her feet were pushed against her ass and a strap circled her
calve and thigh on each leg, keeping them folded. Her feet
were tied tightly with the souls facing each other.Two straps
were looped through her knees and pulled them to each side of
the board, leaving her pubic mound fully splayed open. This
was augmented by some kind of block under her ass which raised
her loins up from the board. a thin leather strap crossed her
waist with two more above and below her breasts. All of the
straps were extremely tight, her thigh muscles could be seen
straining against the cords which stretched her knees apart.
Carl could imagine how uncomfortable she was but he couldn't
see it, her face was hidden by a leather hood which covered
her entire head, ending at a wide leather collar around her
neck. The girl was completely hairless, although she may have
had hair under the hood. But her pubic hair had been shaved
off, which made her look younger than she must have been. This
girl was the 'plate' on which the food was placed. Around her
crotch was a salad, with lettuce, fruit and dressing laid out
in a circle, her pussy being at the centre. Her pussy was
mostly covered by a large, white flower. On her stomach sat a
large lobster, sitting in a bed of steaming vegetables. The
lobster was facing the girls breasts and it's pincers still
had the restraint bands that keep them closed while it's still
alive. These bands must have been put on after cooking though,
because each pincer was firmly locked onto one of the girl's
breasts, just at the base of the nipple. Carl was thankful
that these meetings and meals were exclusively for men, so his
wife never had to see a scene like this. Most of the 'meals'
were made with local women but the Prince and Carl had white
'plates' with their meals. Carl recognized the young runaway
he had sold lying on the Princes plate. She was the only one
without a concealing hood, although she was wearing a red ball
gag in her mouth.
"Enjoy!" the Prince said as started yanking at the
lobster on the young girl in front of him. Every time the
lobster was pulled at, the pincers would pulled the girls
small breasts this way or that, causing a muffled squeal from
behind the gag.
Carl could see no way of eating without hurting the girl
so he shrugged and reached for the lobster. He poked at a
piece of steamed potato with his fork and lifted it of the
girl's flat stomach, her skin underneath was red from the hot
vegetables and sauce that had been placed on her. He dipped
the potato in a pool of sauce gathered at her belly button and
stuffed it into his mouth. He wondered where the Prince had
acquired this second white girl, maybe he had some competition
in this market. A servant came up to him and handed him a
small spoon with a long handle. The servant then pulled the
flower away from the girls pussy. Underneath was a large metal
clamp holding the girl's pussy lips closed. This was removed
and two smaller clamps were attached to each lip, Carl heard a
suppressed squeal come from under the hood at this. These
clamps were equipped with long strings which were ran through
handles at the sides of the board and tightened. the girl's
pussy was now stretched open. The servant pressed down at
certain places on the girl's abdomen and caviar oozed out of
the girl's pussy. Carl shook his head in amazement, they had
stuffed her pussy with caviar! He reached over with his spoon
and scooped the delicacy out of her pussy.
When most of the guests were done eating, the servants
returned to clear the table. They didn't remove the plates,
sponges and small bowls of water were used to clean the
leftover food off the girl's bodies. Carl then saw what desert
consisted of, as the other guests lifted their robes and
mounted their respective 'plates' pumping vigorously into the
bound girls. Carl was feeling quite excited himself at the
moment, after looking at a beautiful naked girl spread out in
front of him for the past hour. But he hesitated, he did not
normally indulge in things like this when he travelled with
his wife, only when he was away on his own did he like to play
around when the opportunity presented itself. The Prince
approached from the other end of the table, Ashir did not
engage in such entertainments in front of his guests.
"Please, feel free to enjoy my humble gift." the Prince
said with an odd smile. "I recently acquired her and she has
not yet been used by a man."
Inwardly, Carl shrugged, it was decided for him when the
Prince mentioned the word 'gift'. The tradition of this land
stated that refusal of a gift was an insult to the giver. Carl
did not want to offend one of his biggest customers. He stood
up and placed his right hand on her left breast and started
kneading it while his left hand went down to cup her pussy. He
could see her attempts to move her hips within the tight
straps as he pushed his middle finger into her. He fondled her
for a while longer but she remained dry, not surprising
considering the situation, Carl thought.
"Let me get you some assistance", the Prince said his
large, throne-like chair where he was watching the
proceedings. He motioned to a servant who walked over and
released the girl that was his plate. This was the young
girl Carl had smuggled to the Prince from America. She let
herself down from the table and rubbed her limbs to restore
circulation while the servant removed the ball gag. "She has
responded well to my training, although it was difficult at
first." The Prince smiled as the girl walked over to Carl's
place at the table.
The girl did not look at Carl, she merely climbed onto
the table and, when on her knees in front of the bound girl,
lowered her head and started licking the helpless girl's
pussy. Carl remembered the young girl he had captured quite
well, she was about thirteen years old now with long blonde
hair and a petit body that was forming nicely. When he
captured her she fought him with all the strength she had, but
he kept her handcuffed naked in a closet for a week and she
calmed down a bit. He did nothing to her but fondling because
the Prince had stipulated that she must be a virgin. He had
heard she resumed her energetic resistance when the Prince
took possession of her but she soon learned the Prince's
talent for using creative methods of causing pain and
humiliation to train the young women that he purchased for his
pleasure. The bound girl was moaning softly when the young
girl stopped her stimulation and moved to kneel in front of
Carl. She opened his pants and pulled out his cock and started
sucking on it. Carl moaned as the girl worked on him,
obviously the Prince had taken care to make her an expert at
performing this service. She stopped after some time and
stepped back. Carl climbed onto the table and lowered himself
between the spread knees of the girl on the table. She started
breathing in short, sharp gasps as he slowly pushed his cock
into the tight entrance of her pussy. He didn't get far when
he reached her intact hymen. Carl paused for a second and then
shoved his cock into her all the way. A high squeal came from
inside the hood as the girl felt her virginity ripped away.
Carl pumped himself slowly in her wet pussy until he came. The
girl had stopped moving a just lay still, breathing heavily.
He pulled out of her, his cock was covered with her blood
mixed with his semen. As he climbed down from the table,
strong hands grabbed him from behind, it was two of the
Prince's big bodyguards. Carl shouted at them to no effect, it
had slipped his mind at the moment that the guards did not
speak any english. They dragged/carried him out of the room
and down a short hallway, then into a small room whose door
locked behind them.
The room had only on piece of furniture, a large wooden
chair with a high back and straps on the arms and legs. In a
very short time Carl was secured in this chair, he hadn't even
been able to pull his pants up, his bloody cock was flopping
around in his lap. Before he could say anything more, one of
the guards shoved a large piece of cloth into his mouth and
secured it with a strap running around his head. The guards
then left the room and returned pushing a large cabinet on
wheels, they where followed by the Prince who ignored Carl's
questioning eyes. The men opened the cabinet in front of Carl,
inside was a large screen TV with stereo speakers on each
side. They connect some wires and then left Carl with the
Prince.
"A month ago my soldiers raided a warehouse belonging to
my chief competitor." He said, now looking at Carl for the
first time. "We found an interesting assortment of weapons, in
fact they are identical to the catalogue of merchandise that
you offer". He turned on the TV, it showed a view of the room
where the dinner had taken place. The girl he had fucked was
still there, tied to the board. Another woman was kneeling
over her, one hand mauling her breasts, the other sliding four
fingers in a out of her pussy. There was still blood on her
thighs from her lost virginity. The woman looked towards the
camera, she was oriental, dressed in some kind of leather
outfit made entirely of straps. She looked back at the girl
and reaching over, pulled the hood from her head. Brown hair
flowed down, now free from the hood. The woman grasped the
girl's extended jaw, there was a large rubber prod in her
mouth held there by straps, and turned her face towards the
camera. Carl tried to leap from the chair, almost knocking
himself over, the girl's eyes were shut, her face soaked with
sweat and tears, but it was Stephanie, Carl's sixteen year old
daughter.
"It took a while, but my investigators were able to trace
those weapons to you." The Prince shook his head as Carl tried
to scream something at him. "I do not need to hear any false
explanations, I have seen sufficient proof that you have been
dealing with my competitors. You have broken the trust I gave
you as a business partner and now I will claim my rights to
retribution." he gestured towards the TV, the oriental woman
had removed the prod gag from Stephanie and was again pushing
her four fingers into the teenager's pussy. With every thrust
she pushed deeper and Stephanie moaned louder. "You will pay
through the pain and humiliation of your women. They have been
told why they are being made to suffer and your daughter knew
it was you who raped her. The scene was also witnessed by your
wife through this camera. You will remain in this room for
some time. You will not be harmed here, but you will be shown
recordings of some things that have already been done to your
wife and daughters and when that is complete, you will see
live scenes of things that are going to be done to them." He
smiled from the doorway on his way out. "I do not bear ill
will towards you or your family, but payment must be extracted
for the betrayal of my trust, Good evening." He left the room,
closing the door behind him. On the TV, Stephanie screamed as
the woman forced her whole hand into her, made a fist, and
twisted her arm back and forth.
Carl felt worse than he ever had in his life. He doubted
the Prince would let any of them live. Why hadn't he
suspected? He pulled uselessly at the straps as the door
opened and a guard walked in. He carried a case full of video
cassettes. He placed them on top of the cabinet and pulled the
first one out. It had a label 'Sarah eating dinner' Carl read
as the guard held it front of him. The cassette was placed in
the machine under the TV and started. Before the guard left he
turned the volume up as high as it would go.
Mathew H.
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