Chapter Seven

Zoe sighed, pulling her arms against the ropes that held them outstretched before her. The rope though was tight around her wrists and chafed her skin as she twisted her hands ineffectually. She lifted her head and gazed down the length of her outstretched body. Her bare skin glistened from the coconut suntan oil that had been liberally poured all over her. Her legs were well spread, ropes bound around her ankles and tied to deck cleats.

The heat now was not the dry heat of the desert but the steamy heat of the jungle. Her bare skin was hot to the touch and she imagined her blood beginning to simmer as they sailed closer and closer to the land and the stiflingly oppressive heat gathered about them. It felt like she was breathing through the hot flannels that Indian takeaways gave out at the end of a meal. She had lost all track of time since they had tied her outstretched across the deck.

Gazing to her left she could see the coast clearly now, a wall of dense green foliage that was separated from the deep blue of the sea by a thin line of golden sand. Turning her head to the right all she could see was the sea. She had also lost track of how many days they had been out of sight of land. The time had passed in one confused and continuous round of games played out between the four of them on the luxurious boat. Each game had been different but the theme had been the same.

Always the men were in control. Sometimes they allowed Vanessa to be on their side and Zoe was the sole focus of tormenting. Whatever they did to her though and however much it hurt, Zoe found that they knew how to arouse her sexually until she was aching and desperate for gratification. To her shame each session ended with her begging and agreeing to whatever was demanded of her. Just as long as they let her come... in the end that was all that had mattered. She felt that she was only living now to give and receive sexual attention.

Sometimes Auda would have Vanessa bound and gagged. The teenager easily accepted whatever lay in store for her. Even tied down and being whipped, Zoe could see that the girl was getting off on the experience. She showed no shame and her wanton lust for sexual satisfaction knew no limits. She behaved for Auda like a willing slave and Zoe hated her for her subservience. But what she hated even more was the realisation that she was becoming like the younger girl. Her hands bound behind her back, when ordered to kneel, she would, without question, because she knew to refuse meant a sharper, harsher pain than the tormenting and exquisite pain that came with the punishment that Auda would give her if she showed obedience.

Isolated on Auda's yacht nothing else mattered anymore. What would have seemed completely unnatural behaviour had now become almost second nature to her. She had become accustomed to wearing whatever Auda chose for her. Sometimes she would be given a bikini, at other times she would wear nothing more than a leather collar about her throat and blood red nail varnish and matching lipstick that Vanessa would carefully apply. They often allowed her to move freely around the boat. There was nowhere for her to escape and if she caused trouble then she was punished.

The first day they'd given her some freedom she'd tried to lower the winch to the little speedboat, thinking she might use the boat to escape. To her frustration the winch was alarmed and a moment after she had tried to start it Basil appeared, whip in hand. As punishment they had tied her spread-eagled across the deck and left her in the sun to slowly roast. After a few hours she was begging them to let her drink. Vanessa had sat next to her and eaten ice cream and soon Zoe was in tears and begging to be let free. Vanessa had extracted a promise from her that she would be a good girl. But Auda had said a serious flogging was in order just to make sure, and so a prolonged beating had ensued which had left her screaming and tearful but humiliatingly excited.

The photographs that Auda had taken, Basil had developed in the little darkroom and they had then been scanned onto a web page. Zoe was shown the finished results and her stomach had tightened as she had seen herself and the text that Auda had written to accompany the pictures. She was now for sale, a sex slave for the taking to be owned by the highest bidder.

"An English speaking girl of educated background who likes nothing better than being taken from behind" was the caption alongside a photo of Zoe struggling wildly as Basil drove his cock into her from behind. Zoe's face was turned towards the camera, a latex gag tight across her mouth; her eyes wide with alarm.

There was another picture of Zoe, struggling as a riding crop came down across her exposed rump. "This energetic, petite girl, mid-twenties, needs a strong hand to keep her in order, having only recently been broken in as a slave. Use a good whip on her delicate little arse each day to keep her in line and she should remain obedient and devoted."

Another picture showed her lying stretched out on the deck of the boat, sunbathing. The photo had been taken whilst she was asleep and Zoe felt curiously aroused as she saw the image of herself. She was lying on a white towel that accentuated her tanned skin. Stretched out on her back she was wearing nothing more than leopard print bikini briefs and a black leather collar around her throat. Her exposed breasts, which Vanessa had massaged with suntan oil, glistened invitingly. A padlocked chain trailed from the collar to a rope cleat.

"She is 5'4" with a 34c,26,34 body. Dark hair, dark eyes. Good muscle tone, no fat, and smooth, supple skin. She needs to be kept on collar and leash as she still has a fiery temperament."

'Feeling comfortable?'

Zoe opened her eyes again and lifted her head, squinting against the fierce sun. Basil stood over her, hands on hips, grinning at her plight.

'Please untie me... I'm roasting,' Zoe begged.

'Well, if you look after me, I'll look after you.'

'Okay, I'll do whatever you want Basil, just please, untie me!'

'Okay then, give me a blow job and I'll make you come.'

Zoe nodded her assent.

A moment later the young man was knelt astride her face, his shorts discarded and his massive cock displayed. Zoe obediently licked her tongue up the giant shaft, feeling its heat and aware of every vein and contour under her tongue. She licked over the head of the shaft and Basil muttered with satisfaction, his hands now holding her head and encouraging her. A drop of lubricating juice appeared at the tip of the cock and she licked it away. Immediately another welled up and she licked this too. Basil grunted. Zoe drew her lips around the engorged head and she sucked then bathed the tip with long strokes of her tongue. The fingers in her hair tightened. She flicked her tongue hard against the cock head, licking firmly around the edge of the head then gently drawing her teeth against the soft ridge of delicate flesh.

'Steady... girl...'

Zoe let the head slip out of her mouth and licked down the length of the shaft then she captured one of his testicles in her mouth and sucked hard on it. The shaft jerked and twitched and more thick juice dribbled from its tip.

'Put it in your mouth.'

Zoe released the testicle and obediently furled her lips over the tip again.

'Go on. Right in. Suck me till I come.'

She did as he wanted, taking him as deeply as she could initially then drawing back until just the head was in her mouth and she held it trapped with her teeth pressing against the ridge of the glans. When he tried pushing his cock further into her mouth she gently increased the pressure with her teeth and he gasped and became passive in her grip. Smiling to herself Zoe licked the head with her tongue whilst holding him still with her teeth.