Abbey

Abbey’s bare back was perfectly arched, her milky white skin illuminated in the moonlight that streamed through the tall and colourful windows into the room. She had been arranged delicately, almost ornately, like a butterfly pinned down in a display, only instead she was floating. She had been suspended in the air, hanging from a length of rope tied to the grand vaulted ceiling. She had been taken to some kind of ancient castle of all places, and was being held in a large room, a fireplace crackling on one side to keep her warm through the night. Her captor, that strange woman in the veil, seemed to be served by a small army of henchmen; Cloaked figures who did her every bidding without question. It was easy for them to transport the heiress in the diving cage, and just as easy to break her out once they had sourced the proper tools. She fought, threatened and pleaded but it all fell on deaf ears, and before she knew it she was a captive again.

Her arms were folded and bound behind her in a reverse prayer, leaving them completely useless. She hung balanced between her feet and head, on one end her hair had been pulled tight and braided into the rope, and on the other her two big toes had been bound together with a thin but tough thread, her legs otherwise free, spread out like two great wings. The ropes from her toes and hair met in the middle, triangulating with the main suspension rope in the ceiling above. To complete the display, another thick length was looped around the small of her back, hanging down and holding a large ball of steel, heavy as all hell. The effect was pronounced, providing constant strain on Abbey’s body, bending her back into a tight arch. She wasn’t a naturally flexible woman, and her muscles ached as she tried to budge in the excruciating position, but the blasted weight kept her firmly anchored. Her clothing had long since been removed, her pale skin almost glowing in the silvery light, her petite breasts pointing down at the ground. She was ungagged but had given up on calling for help hours ago. Despite the humiliating bondage, her captors hadn’t taken advantage of her yet. When they stripped her clothes off she was sure she was about to meet the same fate as Rebecca Wheeler, but instead they treated her almost delicately, only using force when it was necessary. She hadn’t seen the veiled woman again, until now, the clicking of high heels against the stone floor signalling her arrival.

“Abbey McNamara. What a beautiful specimen you are when properly displayed.” The woman said with a relaxed tone. Abbey glared at her as she got closer. She was wearing the same kind of dark dress she had seen her in before, and up so close she could just make out the silhouette of a face through the veil. Abbey’s best guess placed the woman somewhere in her 30s.

“What do you want with me? If you’re after a ransom just make your demands, my father will pay.” Abbey said quietly, talking without moving her head so as to not put any extra strain on her hair. It was obvious by now that this lady didn’t want a ransom, but Abbey couldn’t figure out why else she was there. They had taken the tablet, and she didn’t have any other information about the lost city.

“You will serve your purpose my dear, but only when the time is right. For now just consider me your… Interim caretaker. I must apologise for not visiting sooner, I was trying to track down your American friend but the trail went cold. I don’t suppose you have any idea where she might be hiding?” The woman was close now, having stepped right up so that their faces were only inches apart, the veil still largely obscuring her features. She brought a gloved hand up to Abbey’s face, the lace material soft against her skin as she stroked the heiress’ chin.

“You mean she escaped?” Abbey asked, trying to hide the tiny glimmer of hope in her heart. Rebecca may have been her rival but right now she was the only one who might have an idea where to look for her.

“We will find her soon enough, no one hides from us forever.” The woman answered, running a finger delicately across Abbey’s bare shoulder, then down her side, before tracing the arch of her back. Abbey shivered, her muscles twitching against the bindings.

“You killed those men for that tablet we found… That means you’re following the delta source too.” Abbey said, unable to move her head to follow the woman’s movement as the gloved hand reached her bare ass. She chuckled in response.

“How naive… We are not following the delta source, treasure hunting is your speciality. We have a deeper purpose, and soon enough you’ll understand your place in it. Just as soon as we track down the others…” The woman explained slowly, her hand finding its way between Abbey’s legs, her long fingers inviting themselves inside the defenceless blonde. Abbey let out a squeak as she was delicately penetrated, but the woman quickly pulled back, seeming to restrain herself.

“All in good time…” She murmured.

Rebecca

Rebecca Wheeler pulled her cloak more tightly around her, keeping her head down and trying not to draw attention to herself. She didn’t know who she could trust here, who might be looking for her, or who might simply take advantage of a lost young woman in an unfamiliar place. She kept to the side streets, staying in the shadows. Navigating this city was difficult, there wasn’t a word of English written anywhere and she was yet to encounter anyone who spoke it either. She had managed to learn the name of the place but it wasn’t familiar to her or Theodora. All they knew is that it was relatively small, intensely hot, seemingly quite rich, and overall a much better prospect than wandering the long roads through the desolate countryside. The streets were flanked either side with market stalls, the skyline dotted with adobe towers and domes. Many of the nicer buildings featured lush green gardens, maintained by hooded servants. After much searching Rebecca finally spotted the coffee house she was looking for, unable to read the Arabic characters on the sign at the front but recognising them regardless. She slipped through the entrance and found it uncomfortably busy, the room filled with patrons attempting to escape the heat, drinking from mugs and smoking from tall pipes. She immediately noticed that there were no unaccompanied women to be seen, they were all at the side of a man, often two or three of them to one. She was sure that if it wasn’t for the crowds and the cacophony of voices she would attract unwanted attention, so she tried to keep her face hidden as she scanned the tables. After what seemed like an eternity she spotted who she was looking for, and made a beeline straight to him. The man, local to this corner of the world but dressed a little more liberally than the average patron, didn’t react as she sat down, not wanting to draw any attention to them.

“Assem! You have no idea how good it is to see a friendly face here. It was a miracle you got my letter.” She said, keeping her voice down despite her excitement.

“Rebecca, my friend. I came straight from Egypt as soon as I read it, it’s a miracle you were even able to send that from this city. Americans are not well liked here, and unaccompanied women aren’t safe.” He replied with a restrained smile.

“Yes, I’ve learnt that the hard way. I had to use most of the money I had left to bribe a postal worker, but it worked, you’re here.”

“Yes, but what are you doing here? Don’t tell me this is an archaeological exploit, I could have told you how dangerous it is.” Assem went on, his eyes constantly flicking around the room. Rebecca shook her head.

“Well, it started with one but I was brought here against my will. It’s a really long story but we managed to find a room to rent in a quiet part of the city. I don’t know how long they’ll let us stay without asking questions or when they’ll ask for more money but we need to get out of here quick.” Rebecca explained desperately.

“Yes, you mentioned this other woman… Getting you out of here will be hard enough Rebecca, getting you both out may take more time than we have. Is she a local? Because you know, you can’t save every woman here…” Assem said, the guilt coming through in his voice.

“She’s from Greece, I can’t just leave her here. She has a daughter back home and I’m part of the reason she’s in this mess.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll give you some more money, but you’ll have to sit tight while I figure out the safest way out of the country. You’ll have to pose as my wife, perhaps your friend can act as a servant. Without any papers we’ll need to bribe someone at the border, and if they suspect you’re an American it’ll be over for us.” Assem leant forward, almost whispering now.

“Thank you so much Assem, I owe you my life for this. I’ll never forget it.” Rebecca answered, tears almost springing into her eyes.

“Please, you’ve done enough to help me in the past, I’m not going to leave you here. I’m just relieved you’re okay, I heard some terrible rumours while I was travelling, something about the local sheikhs here acquiring some ‘exotic’ women for their harems. When I heard one of them was a famous explorer I was sure it was you. Probably just a rumour, but a very strange one.” Assem explained with relief.

“An exotic explorer? That is strange. She would have to be a well known explorer… Did you hear anything else?” Rebecca wondered out loud.

“Not a lot, apparently one of them was German, but you know sometimes these people lump all westerners together, if it’s even true at all. Don’t worry yourself over it, many… Disreputable things happen in these parts. Just stay indoors as much as you can until you hear from me.” He said, waving a hand to try to end the subject. Rebecca nodded, but her mind was already at work. A famous explorer, who might be German, and a woman… Elsa Reinhardt came to mind, and as crazy as it seemed that she might be in the very same city in the middle of nowhere, in a sheikh's harem, whatever that meant, she did know they were both searching for the lost city. Was it possible that whoever wanted to stop Abbey wanted to stop Elsa as well? She had no idea what had happened to the British heiress after they parted ways, but maybe she was the second ‘exotic’ woman… Maybe Elsa and Abbey had both been captured and sold to men from this place? The same person could be behind it, knowing it would be impossible for a woman to escape captivity here. She couldn’t help but remember two particularly lavish mansions she had seen in the middle of the city, perhaps the kind of place a sheikh might live…

Silvia

Silvia Saldago gritted her teeth and let out a low growl as the leash tied to her leather collar was tugged harshly in the other direction from where she was facing. It was the most anger she could convey with the rubber bit held tight between her teeth, strapped into the leather harness around her head. She could have screamed but she knew that excessive noise led to punishment, and she had taken more than enough punishment by now to know that it wasn’t worth the momentary satisfaction. Her hair was in a tight bun so it didn’t get in the way of the harness, which at the back was tethered to a length of rope leading straight down her back and between her ass cheeks, pulled tight against her crotch and tied at the other end to her clit ring. Her wrists were cuffed to her upper arms, stopping her from straightening them completely, and the same had been done to her ankles and thighs, the gold bangles and shiny chains matching the metal hoops that hung from her round tits, her earlobes and her nose. The effect of the bindings was that she couldn’t stand up, only crawl on all fours or rear up onto her knees. Despite the constant assault on her dignity she still took every tiny opportunity for defiance, though in this case growling like a dog only amused her master, she was unwittingly playing the part he had given her. She didn’t know why they were in the opulent downstairs living room instead of her ‘bedroom’, which was more like a sex dungeon than actual living quarters.

“Calm down, my pet. I have a surprise for you today, we’re going to pay a visit to a friend.” Her master said in a scolding tone, holding her leash close to himself so she was forced to face him. Her head was always tilted up slightly due to the rope from the clit ring pulling back on the head harness, removing even the option of casting her gaze downward. She scowled at him, as of yet there was no punishment for facial expressions but she was sure even that would be forbidden eventually.

“But first, you must be hungry… Are you ready to beg for your food?” He snarled with an evil grin, holding up a piece of dried meat. Indeed, Silvia was starving, she had been living on scraps for weeks now and this was real food. She felt herself salivating merely at the sight of it, the drool pouring out of her mouth around the gag as he held it up above her head. She leapt up to grab at it with her hands but he easily pulled it away, leaving her to clatter back to the ground on all fours. She growled again, looking up at him with barely contained fury.

“Beg.” He said simply, holding the precious food up. Silvia looked up at the piece of meat, her stomach growling, her body was crying out for the sustenance, but her mind refused to play along. She simply couldn’t degrade herself like that willingly, even knowing that refusing to would lead to punishment. She shook her head, wincing as the movement pulled the rope and tugged on her clit ring.

“Suit yourself whore. It’s been a while since I gave that ass a good battering anyway.” He sighed, throwing the meat to the side and taking off his belt, bending it in half. Silvia closed her eyes as he leant down and pushed her head to the floor, holding her neck down as he gripped the belt, the rope forcing her to keep her ass stuck up in the air. The once smooth surface of her round ass had taken a fierce beating in the last few weeks, leaving it stained with dark purple bruises and welts.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The hard leather came down on her sensitive skin yet again, Silvia biting into the rubber between her teeth to stop herself screaming. As familiar as she was with the pain it didn’t get any easier to bear it. Tears sprung into her eyes but she blinked them away. She steeled herself, knowing there was a lot more coming before he was done…

***

The heat outside was oppressive and the smooth stones Silvia crawled across burned at her hands and knees. Still, this was the first time she had been outside since she came into her master’s possession, and she couldn’t help but savour the fresh air and the sun. The mansion that had become her prison was apparently in the middle of the city, and outside the tall brick walls of the estate the streets were crowded with market stalls and pedestrians. Unsurprisingly, a large crowd had gathered to observe her as she was led along the road like a pet dog, almost all of them men, with a few women who kept their heads down and stayed close to their companions. They all looked like locals, and there was a certain curiosity in their staring that went beyond plain interest in the spectacle of her humiliation. She gathered that most of them probably hadn’t seen a woman from South America before, she was like a trophy… Just when Silvia thought the dehumanisation of being paraded around couldn’t get any worse, her master once again stopped and pulled out a piece of meat, wagging it above her. Her stomach sank as she realised the earlier offer was only to prepare her for this, to remind her what would happen if she refused, except this time it would happen in front of all these people. Time seemed to slow down as she weighed up the humiliation of degrading herself to begging for food with the humiliation and pain of the punishment. Swallowing her pride, she leant back and knelt up, her arms bent at the elbows, her head pulled back by the rope at the back of the harness so she was looking almost straight up. Truly, she was begging like a well trained dog.

“Good girl.” Her master said with a grin, pulling the rubber bit out from between her teeth and dropping the meat in before quickly replacing the gag. The crowd applauded and Silvia fell back to her hands and knees, trying to chew the meat behind the gag, the relieving taste of real food turning to ash in her stomach as the shame washed over her. Moments later she was once again yanked along towards the grand entrance of the mansion that lay across from hers. Her humiliations weren’t over yet, they were visiting the home where she had seen Elsa Reinhart also being used like a sex slave, something that she still had trouble believing. Had her master somehow realised that the two women knew each other? It’s true that they were barely able to contain their surprise when they first locked eyes, but she had only glimpsed her fellow archaeologist one other time since then, and it’s not like she could communicate when she was constantly gagged. Maybe Elsa had told her own master, she certainly seemed to have more freedom than Silvia did.

What she didn’t realise was that from the back of the crowd, hidden in the shadows with her cloak pulled over her, Rebecca Wheeler was watching the whole ordeal, experiencing a good deal of disbelief herself.

Elsa

A particularly hard thrust suddenly knocked Elsa’s tiara onto the ground. There was a brief pause before the fucking continued, Elsa grunting softly as her pussy was suddenly pounded hard again. She dug her fingers tighter into the soft leather sofa as she was used from behind, her torso bent over the armrest.

“Zaaid… Dear… Aren’t we… Expecting… Guests…” She gasped out between thrusts, keeping her tone sweet and demure despite the fact she was being jackhammered like a piece of meat. She had come to learn how to address her ‘husband’ in a way that didn’t result in beatings, but she was always taking a risk interrupting his carnal pleasures.

“Yes my love, I will finish quickly then.” He grunted out, speeding up with his thrusts and leaning into her, making her squint her eyes in pain and clench her hands tighter. The shelf next to the sofa shook with every thrust, it was an ornately decorated room, full of priceless looking trinkets, incense burning on the low table nearby. In many ways Elsa was living a life of luxury, the only thing she was lacking was freedom. She was even given personal time in her bedroom and had a few books to read, and this was not the first time she had been accompanied around the rest of the building, Zaaid often enjoying using her in the living room as he was now, or outside in the gardens. There was nothing unusual about that day, she had been made to ‘entertain’ guests before, after all she had become such an obedient western slave that Zaaid couldn’t help but show her off to his wealthy companions, letting them try her out under his watchful eye. After a few more moments he buried himself deep and with a primal yell emptied his balls inside her, his cum pumping into her pussy, sending ripples of shame through her body.

“Thankyou dear…” She murmured, her head buried into the side of the sofa, eyes closed. Still reeling from the assault, she didn’t hear the footsteps entering the room. Zaaid was the first to react, his cock still jammed inside her.

“Ah Kameel, perfect timing. I see you’ve brought your pet, say hello dear.” He said, grabbing Elsa by her hair and pulling her up, putting her body on display as she surveyed the scene in front of her. She almost couldn’t believe it, she was staring straight at Silvia Salgado, restrained like a wild animal and crawling on all floors. She opened her mouth but only stunned gasps came out, what could she even say? Did they somehow figure out that the girls knew each other? Had they noticed them locking eyes through the windows of the mansions? Silvia said nothing, drooling into the rubber bit as her master held her leash tight, her eyes locked on Elsa.

“What? Nothing to say to your old friend?” Silvia’s master asked tauntingly, yanking up the woman’s leash to force her onto her knees, her arms lifting up. She growled angrily, looking up at Kameel, whose name she had only just heard for the first time.

“How did you know?” Elsa finally asked, still short of breath. Both men laughed in response.

“We received word that you two aren’t just a couple of nameless, unlucky whores. You’re explorers… Famous rivals! Now look at you!” Kameel bellowed out, grabbing the rope that ran behind her from her harness gag to her clit ring and pulling it, making her groan and flex her torso out.

“You should have told me this, my dear. I’ll have to punish you for keeping secrets.” Zaaid snarled, slapping his hand down on Elsa’s right tit and gripping it hard, his cock still deep inside her. Both of the women’s faces turned to expressions of fear as they locked eyes again, they knew their humiliation was about to reach a new level.

Silvia

The many lengths of rope criss-crossing Elsa’s body and totally binding her all tightened at once with one hard tug at the main length attached to the back of her neck. She choked as Kameel leant back and pulled at it, her face twisted in rage and humiliation as she took his cock hard from behind. He had rigged her up so thoroughly that some piece of rope seemed to dig into every curve and crease in her body, her arms folded up against her back and her legs sticking out either side like a frog. She bit her lip hard as the massive cock speared her from behind, this man treated her with a lot less care than her ‘husband’ did.

“Keep going you fucking whores, I didn’t tell you to stop!” Zaaid barked, pulling hard on the hoops at Silvia’s nipples and eliciting an angry grunt from the woman. She was lying on her back with the cuffs around her thighs now chained to her hoop earrings, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide and her feet up in the air. Her head was just under Elsa’s, the two former rivals staring into each other’s eyes. Begrudgingly, they pressed their lips back together and started to make out again, sliding their tongues against each other and locking their lips, putting on the good show they both knew their masters were demanding. While this was happening Zaaid pounded his cock into her tight asshole, pulling up on her clit ring to make her arch her lower back a little, her pussy quivering from the strain, only slightly stimulated by the feeling of his cock stretching her ass out. The two women writhed their bodies against the top of the coffee table as they were fucked by each other’s masters, trying to ignore the humiliation while still kissing each other as passionately as they could manage.

“I love what you’ve done with yours Kameel, it makes it so much easier to fuck her just right.” Zaaid grunted out, pulling up harder on the clit ring, Silvia’s body spasming from the strain as he continued to rail her ass. Kameel laughed in response.

“Why don’t we swap for a week? I’ll return yours with as many hoops as you want… Her pussy is like velvet, and this ass…” He answered between deep breaths, his hips bouncing off Elsa’s round behind to produce a rhythmic slapping sound.

“Yours isn’t half bad either, so exotic! This ass is so tight I’m gonna cum…”“What, already? She can take a lot more than that, you know.”

“I bet she can…” Zaaid grunted, burying himself deep in Silvia’s ass and unloading inside her, making her wail from behind Elsa’s lips.

“And she will. I have some ‘special’ herbs upstairs that can keep a man going for hours.” He added. Kameel grinned, speeding up his thrusts and pulling harder on the rope, making Elsa scream as he exploded in her pussy.

***

Hours later, Elsa and Silvia stood face to face, both wearing collars now that were tethered together by a very short chain. Both completely naked, their wrists were cuffed behind the waist of the other, keeping their bodies close in a forced embrace. Both their faces were dripping with cum, Elsa’s hair sticky with it while Silvia’s was still tied up in a bun. Trying hard to ignore the disgusting mess between them, they continued to lock lips and kiss each other deeply, too afraid to stop for even a moment. They stood on one side of the room while their masters sat and chatted idly in a language they didn’t understand. The men had finally gotten tired of using their bodies but that didn’t mean they were done humiliating them. They both knew that more punishment was coming the second they slipped up, they seemed to compound on each other’s cruelty when they were together. Suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door and the girls stopped for a moment, keeping their lips together but looking to their side. Zaaid stood and opened the door to one of his veiled servants, who spoke to him in a hushed whisper.

“Master, you have a visitor who has been waiting for quite some time. He says he has a business proposal for you.” Zaaid looked back at Kameel, who shrugged.

“Let him in here, if he can’t handle this scene I don’t want to do business with him anyway.” He muttered, gesturing at Silvia and Elsa, who went back to making out the second attention was on them again. The servant nodded and disappeared, returning a minute later with a well dressed man who held a gold chain in his hand. The stranger stepped into the room, pulling the chain along, and attached to the end of it were two collars fastened around the necks of two women. They were dressed identically in dark red and gold tops that barely offered more coverage than a bikini, gold chains dangling off the fabric, drawing all eyes to their generous busts. The shorter of the two was more noticeable, her flat stomach was bare, showing her light skin, and draped around her hips below it was a gold chain with two strips of long red fabric, hanging down to her feet to cover her crotch. Both their faces were completely obscured by red hoods with veils. Zaaid and Kameel struggled to hide their interest, but the women stood to the side and bowed their heads as their master spoke.

“Gentlemen… I didn’t expect to find you here, Kameel, but it is most fortuitous as I planned to speak to you both in kind.” The man announced with a bow. Zaaid and Kameel exchanged looks, this stranger didn’t seem at all bothered by the spectacle in the corner of the room, and indeed he had brought his own women, one of whom certainly wasn’t from nearby. He appeared wealthy, but neither of them recognised his face.

“We should not talk business in front of the women. Let me secure your companions here and we can continue this discussion upstairs.” Zaaid said, stepping forward and reaching for the gold chain, however the stranger stopped him before he could take it.

“It’s okay, I’ll gladly restrain them myself.” He said, taking the chain and pulling the two women over to Elsa and Silvia. They followed obediently, letting him loop the end around Silvia’s handcuffs before fastening it back to the shorter one’s collar. He could see that Zaaid was uneasy with this level of restraint but he waved his hand assuringly.

“They are well trained, and would sooner die than disobey me.” He explained. This seemed to abate any concerns for the time being, and the three men exited the room, closing the door behind them as they talked. Silvia and Elsa finally pulled back from each other’s lips and looked curiously at the two visitors, who were standing there motionless, as if waiting for something. After a few moments the shorter one reached up and pulled her veil down, revealing one of the last faces the two archaeologists expected to see.

“We won’t have long, you need to listen to me carefully.” Rebecca explained.

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