Babala's Correction by Bethany Amber Page B

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    â€˜Let me go!’ She hissed the words.
    â€˜Fetch the cords, lad,’ said Graf, never halting the crude invasion of her body. ‘We shall have to tame this wildcat before we take her to Brentasi. Truss her up like a chicken.’
    â€˜No one will want me at the auction,’ said Fazath. ‘No one. They want girls like Babala.’
    Graf crushed her to him and she could feel his thickness between her thighs. ‘You’re a handsome woman, Fazath, for all your maturity and your strange taste in sex. Someone will bid for you.’ His mouth claimed hers, his tongue driving between her teeth as one hand kneaded the firm flesh of her breast and rolled a teat until she murmured in pain.
    â€˜What’s this?’ Bart’s voice cut through the sudden silence in the cave. ‘Must I do everything myself?’
    Flung from Graf, Fazath was thrown to the floor and Peli stood over her with hanks of rope looped about his hands, looking nervously from one to the other of his superiors.
    â€˜The woman struggled,’ said Graf. ‘I was helping Peli to truss her. She can’t be trusted not to run without full bondage.’
    â€˜Then do it!’ barked Bart. ‘I can’t trust Capel with the girl. I have to return to the lake to watch him like a hawk. The man has a cruel streak which strikes a chill in my very bones.’ He turned quickly and they could hear him hurrying down the shale on the mountainside.
    â€˜Loop her neck, Peli,’ ordered Graf.
    â€˜But won’t she choke?’ Peli hesitated with the rope trembling in his hands.
    Fazath was tempted to use all her strength to throw herself once more at both the men. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, trying to control her anger. What tortures was Babala suffering with that animal, Capel? What had they done to her? She was too passive - too submissive. Fazath shuddered at the thought of her beautiful girl in the clutches of that brute Capel.
    â€˜Only if she’s stupid and struggles,’ said Graf, after a pause in which he sneered at his captive. He cupped one of her breasts, caressing the lower swell and thumbing the teat again. Fazath bore the humiliation with gritted teeth, thinking of Babala. ‘Make a noose, lad, slip it over her head and let the excess hang down her body.’ The sneer became a grin, leering and lustful, as he watched Peli form a loop and, somewhat anxiously, slip the hemp rope about Fazath’s neck.
    As the rough cord abraded her skin and the noose was tightened, she swallowed hard and painfully. The rest of the length swung between the deep valley of her breasts, rasping first one and then the other. As she took many rapid and shallow breaths the rope dangled against her taut belly and brushed the triangle of blue-black pussy hair. She felt humiliated and used by the men and despised herself for being so pliant, but she was so for Babala, hoping they would use her more kindly.
    â€˜Hold your wrists together,’ ordered Graf, still grinning. ‘Grab her elbows, Peli,’ he added over his shoulder. ‘I don’t want any bruises marring my handsomeness.’ He let out a loud guffaw at his own wit, but the laughter faded as Fazath gave him a threatening glare.
    Cruelly, he tugged on the rough rope, pulling it tight about her neck and wrapping it around her wrists. She winced as it rubbed against the wounds left by the manacles and gave several feeble coughs as she tried to catch her breath.
    â€˜Now down over your belly and between those sex lips,’ he said, an evil chuckle punctuating his words. ‘It will tickle that nubbin of yours and become wetted with your juices in no time.’ He slapped her inner thighs apart with one hand while taking his time in positioning the cord between her sex folds so that it would rub her clitty at the slightest movement. ‘And now,’ he added, sliding behind her and making sure his cock