thoughts were shattered as the plane began to trundle over the grass and it felt as if every tooth in her head was being jarred loose.
Some hours later they put down for re-fuelling but as no doors were opened Tara couldn’t see where they were. Cramps and thirst were tormenting them all by then and when one of the guards paid them a visit just before the second take-off he passed along the stacks of crates which stood down both sides of the fuselage and pressed a wet sponge into each one, allowing the slave to suck some moisture from it. Seeing so many naked girls sucking so eagerly must have stirred a thirst in himself because he unpacked two of the solo fighters and led them forward by their tongue rings. Obviously further along the plane there were seats for the guards for about an hour later the slaves were returned, each with obvious traces of sex oozing down their thighs and making their chins shiny. Tara was insanely jealous.
At long last, when her arms and legs were ablaze with pain, she felt the plane begin to descend and heard the engines throttle back. Then there was a violent thump followed by more painful jolting and at last they stood still.
The rear doors of the plane were flung open and a cold wind blew in. Men speaking thickly accented and halting English entered and began to unlash the crates. Then each one was taken out and opened, its wretched occupant slid out and her ropes cut. There was no need to stand guard, none of the girls could do more than lie where they were and slowly rub some feeling back into their limbs. It was late in the evening and although Tara tried looking around when she could at last stand, all she could see, apart from the usual scattering of buildings around a small airfield, was featureless, level ground with some high mountains on one horizon. It had taken three planes to transport all the slaves and guards, Tara’s had been the last to land. The boss flew in by helicopter as the unloading was completed and thirty nine exhausted, naked and cold girls stood in the bleak, darkening landscape wondering what would happen next.
There was the noise of engines from over by one of the buildings and soon the headlights of a convoy could be seen heading towards them. It turned out to consist of covered lorries with bench seats running down each side of their length behind the cab. Some of the big, bearded men in whose territory they now were, unshipped whips from beneath their coats and gestured the girls inside. At least that time they weren’t tied and completed their journey in relative comfort, apart from the cold.
About an hour later they were herded into their new quarters. By then it was fully dark and all Tara cared about was getting out of the unaccustomed chill. So she and the others jostled their way through double doors, while whips cracked over their heads and they found themselves in a barn. Thankfully it was reasonably warm despite its high roof, and the floor was strewn deeply with straw. All down the walls were rings set in the stonework and once the girls had all used the buckets at the far end, which was all that was offered in the way of toilets, they were chained to these by their collars and then fed. When the lights went off, two of the new guards stayed on duty, so Tara burrowed down into the straw and went straight to sleep.
As it turned out, Tara’s stable was given several days to recover from the journey. Wherever they now were, it was a long way from the perpetual sun they had become used to. From the look of the land and the guards, Tara formed the impression that they might be either in Turkey or maybe even Georgia. The area was remote, but boasted an incredible number of ruins. All of them dating from ancient Greece or Rome as far as she could tell. The arena here was an original amphitheatre. The only alteration was that a fence had been put round the perimeter of the fighting area. Beyond that the ancient stone seats climbed high in steep
Some hours later they put down for re-fuelling but as no doors were opened Tara couldn’t see where they were. Cramps and thirst were tormenting them all by then and when one of the guards paid them a visit just before the second take-off he passed along the stacks of crates which stood down both sides of the fuselage and pressed a wet sponge into each one, allowing the slave to suck some moisture from it. Seeing so many naked girls sucking so eagerly must have stirred a thirst in himself because he unpacked two of the solo fighters and led them forward by their tongue rings. Obviously further along the plane there were seats for the guards for about an hour later the slaves were returned, each with obvious traces of sex oozing down their thighs and making their chins shiny. Tara was insanely jealous.
At long last, when her arms and legs were ablaze with pain, she felt the plane begin to descend and heard the engines throttle back. Then there was a violent thump followed by more painful jolting and at last they stood still.
The rear doors of the plane were flung open and a cold wind blew in. Men speaking thickly accented and halting English entered and began to unlash the crates. Then each one was taken out and opened, its wretched occupant slid out and her ropes cut. There was no need to stand guard, none of the girls could do more than lie where they were and slowly rub some feeling back into their limbs. It was late in the evening and although Tara tried looking around when she could at last stand, all she could see, apart from the usual scattering of buildings around a small airfield, was featureless, level ground with some high mountains on one horizon. It had taken three planes to transport all the slaves and guards, Tara’s had been the last to land. The boss flew in by helicopter as the unloading was completed and thirty nine exhausted, naked and cold girls stood in the bleak, darkening landscape wondering what would happen next.
There was the noise of engines from over by one of the buildings and soon the headlights of a convoy could be seen heading towards them. It turned out to consist of covered lorries with bench seats running down each side of their length behind the cab. Some of the big, bearded men in whose territory they now were, unshipped whips from beneath their coats and gestured the girls inside. At least that time they weren’t tied and completed their journey in relative comfort, apart from the cold.
About an hour later they were herded into their new quarters. By then it was fully dark and all Tara cared about was getting out of the unaccustomed chill. So she and the others jostled their way through double doors, while whips cracked over their heads and they found themselves in a barn. Thankfully it was reasonably warm despite its high roof, and the floor was strewn deeply with straw. All down the walls were rings set in the stonework and once the girls had all used the buckets at the far end, which was all that was offered in the way of toilets, they were chained to these by their collars and then fed. When the lights went off, two of the new guards stayed on duty, so Tara burrowed down into the straw and went straight to sleep.
As it turned out, Tara’s stable was given several days to recover from the journey. Wherever they now were, it was a long way from the perpetual sun they had become used to. From the look of the land and the guards, Tara formed the impression that they might be either in Turkey or maybe even Georgia. The area was remote, but boasted an incredible number of ruins. All of them dating from ancient Greece or Rome as far as she could tell. The arena here was an original amphitheatre. The only alteration was that a fence had been put round the perimeter of the fighting area. Beyond that the ancient stone seats climbed high in steep
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