Chapter Four
Zoe felt herself slowly trying to surface from a deep and pleasurable dream. She opened her eyes and looked up, twisting her bound arms behind her as best as she was able. Her muscles ached and her arms were stiff from being forcibly restricted. A leather belt was tied in a figure of eight around her upper arms, pulling them tightly against her back between her shoulder blades. The wristcuffs she seemed fated to wear constantly now were clipped together and they had even bound a rope around her arms at the elbows to keep her arms under a constant tension and to almost completely prevent her flexing them. She lay trying to find a tolerably comfortable position whist her mind worked backwards as she tried to piece together the last events of the previous day.
They had let her sleep on the bed of cushions in the living quarters of the tower, although this she realised had been merely for the comfort of her abductor, Sir Rodney Stonefield. After her ordeal at the hands of the two Arab brothers in the basement, she had been left alone for a few hours. They had then returned and after her making her drink more water had dragged her upstairs and thrown her down on the bed. Stonefield had then inspected her swollen labia. The clamps and weights still in place, he had forced her to squirm and writhe for an hour or more while he had tormented her, pulling on the weights until she was delirious with the sensations he was forcing her body to experience. If she was truthful, the ordeal had been deeply pleasurable, in some perverse way, as she was made to lie helplessly and become worked up into a sweat of lathered feverishness. But what had happened then? Zoe groaned, struggling to remember. Her brain felt hopelessly muddled, like she had a terrible hangover.
She remembered he had then dripped some medicine into her mouth, still clamped wide open. She'd coughed and spluttered as the mixture had trickled down her throat and soon after that she remembered feeling drowsy. Then what? She forced herself to remember; for a moment her mind was blank than it came back to her.
First he had removed the gag from her mouth and then he had rubbed some cotton wool against her arm, where a vein ran close to the surface of her biceps. She had felt the faint prick of a needle and she'd gazed up dreamily in time to see the syringe emptying. She'd been vaguely aware that the man had stripped off his clothes and was climbing astride of her bound and defenceless body.
Zoe sighed, closing her eyes as she recalled what had happened next.
She had been sliding in and out of a fevered dream world and was only dimly aware of his hands running over her defenceless body.
'Now you have to tell me the truth Zoe: you see the drug will make you tell the truth; you understand that don't you?'
'Yes...'
'But you feel sleepy don't you?'
'Mmm...'
'That's the medicine you've swallowed. You're going to be very sleepy now but you'll still tell me what you feel and what you want. Do you like it when I stroke your body like this?'
'Yes...nice...mmm...'
'Good girl, good girl...'
She felt his cock slide into her aching sex. His hands stilled her wriggling body and she sighed as his cock pumped her, harder and harder.
'Does that feel good? Is my little tart enjoying that?'
'Uhh...yes...feels...good...so...good...' she sighed, drifting into sleep again, hardly aware that she was being flipped over like a rag-doll and now made to lie face down. Her legs were encouraged wider apart. Zoe moaned, the mild ache in her thighs forcing her to surface from sleep again.
'What are you doing to me?' she sighed. 'What's happening...so tired...'
'It's time for me to fuck your lovely little arse, Zoe. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'
'Mmm...yes...'
'Does that feel nice?'
She squirmed sleepily on the bed as a finger insinuated itself into her anus.
'You can't help yourself now, can you? You don't care as long as your body gets attention, do you?'
'No. Don't care.'
Hands drew apart her buttocks apart and she felt something thicker than a finger pressing its way into her rectum.
'Does that feel nice?'
'Mmm... tight...hurts...please...'
'But you like it don't you? You can go to sleep when you tell me if this feels good.'
Zoe sighed feeling her anus being forced to widen and admit the man's cock.
'Nice... uhh...so... nice...'
'Good girl; you can go to sleep now, just as soon as I've finished with you...'
Now Zoe struggled to come to her senses as her reverie was abruptly broken and she was hauled up into a sitting position. The two youths had come into the room while she was sleepily trying to piece together the fragments in her memory from the previous night.
With her arms bound behind her she had no way of supporting her weight and if the collar around her neck hadn't been so wide she would have been choking by now as they forced her up into a kneeling position.
Her anklecuffs were clipped together, restricting her leg movement and her thighs now ached acutely from the beating she'd been given the previous evening as she was dragged across the bed.
'Uh, please, give me a chance... my legs ache...'
'Okay, we have a look at you.'
One of the Arab youths caught her by the hair and pulled her head back. Zoe forced herself not to object as he then cupped her chin with his other hand and examined her face.
'These new gags really good. No cuts, no bruises. Your pretty face looks fine, English girl. Now let's see...'
Zoe watched as his hand lifted and examined each of her breasts in turn. The only evidence of the torture they'd given her was a faint bruising of her nipples from the clamps. Satisfied, the youth pushed her down onto her back. Her anklecuffs were unclipped and hands grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart.
'Her lips look only little swollen; no bruising. Okay, time you come down to the cellar again. This time we use heavier weights. You get used to it. Each day your sex is stretched until lips are full and juicy and then you sell for better price. You understand?'
Zoe glared angrily from one to the other, defiance welling up inside her.
'It's time for your arse fuck girl, so be good girl and come downstairs. It's playtime. You come quiet or we drag you.'
'I'll come quietly,' Zoe mumbled reluctantly but aware that resistance was futile.
The basement was cool but it was more from the fresh memory of what she'd suffered here that Zoe shivered. The two Arab youths drew her across to the cross-shaped bench and then unfastened the restraints around her arms. Zoe stood passively, quickly assessing her chances of taking them by surprise and trying to overpower them. Her legs felt weak but she had managed to walk down the spiral stairs. How stiff her arms would be though, she could only guess. She had seen the outer door of the tower as they'd passed the ground floor landing and there was a key on the inside. Unfortunately though, a stout beam of wood was also slid in place across the door, which she'd have to slide out of the way before making her exit. There was no sign or sound of Stonefield. The youths seemed arrogantly confident now that they felt they'd subdued her not just physically but mentally. They doubtless imagined that even with her arms free, she was no threat to them. Her mind churned over her choices: bide her time, learn her enemies' weaknesses and familiarise herself more with the location or act as soon as she had a chance. Would they give her another? As long as she played weak and defeated, the chances were that she could lull them into a false sense of security.
'Okay, lie down on the bench. Face down.'
Zoe made a snap decision; she'd bide her time for now. With her arms and legs free she did as she was told and lay down across the hard wood. Before she had any time for second thoughts the brothers fed straps through the hooks on her wristcuffs, pulled them tight and secured them. Well, that's it, Zoe thought, her arms now tethered. She lay passively while her ankles were dealt with in a similar fashion. Then as if she wasn't already helpless, they put broad leather belts around her thighs and tightened them, pulling her legs wide and pinning them tightly against the wooden surface she was stretched across. She was now secured spread-eagled and felt the sickening sense of vulnerability again. One of the youths ran his hands down the insides of her thighs making her flinch. As long as they didn't gag her again, she thought. She'd survived yesterday's ordeal and surely they couldn't do anything to her now that was much worse?