4 comments/ 31277 views/ 1 favorites Holly's Grand Tour By: Jenny_Jackson After 18 days at sea crossing the Atlantic from Liverpool this was going to be a day to remember for the rest of her life. A brisk ocean breeze blew Holly's golden hair back from her face as she gazed across the rolling waves looking for the gray sliver of land one of the stewards had told her would be Gibraltar. Oh yes, Gibraltar, gateway to the Mediterranean and all those places she had read about. Back in her father's study in Cornwall, Holly had devoured everything in the library in preparation of this adventure. To think, Holly Lancaster, a prim young lady of 20, statuesque in stature with rosy red lips was going on "The Grand Tour" all by herself. Well, not really by herself. Her father, of course, resisted the trip saying she was too young, too inexperienced to be traveling alone. But Holly was determined. She would leave from Liverpool on the packet ship and at her father's insistence her aunt would meet her in Tangier. But even if she was stuck with this old maiden aunt, Holly knew this was going to be an adventure filled with impossible animals, fierce cannibal tribes and all sorts of dangers. And she, young Lady Holly Lancaster, daughter of the noted Sir Henry Lancaster, would meet these adventures head on and defeat them just as she had read in the adventure books she secretly read at night in bed but kept hidden away in a trunk so her father would not find them. From aloft, Holly heard a call from the lookout. She looked upwards to see him, but he was calling and point back out to sea, not in the direction Holly had been told to look for land. Sailors appeared on the deck and began running here and there raising sails, pulling on lines in a fury of activity. Holly stood open mouthed, confused. "Madam. If you please. It would be better if you were to go below for the time being." Holly turned, her mouth still agape. The Second Officer, Mr. Dennison, was taking her elbow and moving her gently towards the companion ladder that lead below decks to the cabins. "Why? What's happening, Mr. Dennison?" Holly asked as she was smoothly guided down the companion stairs. "No trouble, Miss Lancaster. No trouble at all. It's just a storm. This happens all the time in these waters." "But what is going on? Oh, it must be a pirate ship following us," Holly said twisting away from the Second Mate and gleefully heading back toward the stairway. "Miss, you can't go up there. We have a storm heading towards us. But it's no problem, we will out run it easily. If not, this is a good ship and we will ride it out. Now please go to your cabin." Mr. Dennison again took Holly by the elbow. Holly could see she had no choice. So turning she took the few steps down the passageway and entered her cabin. Above on deck, Holly could hear the crew running around and the officers giving orders. The sounds of the water washing against the hull deepened and the natural side to side roll give her a sense that the ship was gaining speed. Thinking to herself, Holly could assume that since she could not see Gibraltar, then it must still be 40 or 50 miles distant. That meant 6 hours sailing time. She wondered if that would be time enough. As the hours past, the roll of the ship became more pronounced. At times Holly was thrown about on her tiny birth by the ships movements. She could hear the wind howling through the ships rigging and the rain pounding on the deck above her. Silently she thanked Mr. Dennison for insisting she remain in her cabin where it was dry and relatively safe from the storm. Then something happened. The ship seemed to stall as it crested a 20 foot wave. There was the sound of cracking wood and the ship swung wildly to leeward and headed over the top of the wave into the trough. Instead of hitting the trough at an angle the boat struck it head on, burying the bow. Another frightening sound of splintering wood then the boat seemed to right itself before making another swing to leeward. In this position with the boat at right angles to the waves, it leaned dangerously into the wind, tearing away the main sail. Now the unbalanced boat swung to windward in a broach just as 20 feet of water broke over it. The boat pitch-poled then slowly began to right itself. But everything below decks in the hold had broken loose and began sliding to leeward. Holly was lying in a heap on the deck near the cabin door in two feet of cold sea water. Quickly, leaning to windward to remain upright she stood and opened the cabin door. The companionway was partially blocked with flotsam. Ignoring any danger she made her way to the stairway and up onto the main deck. Holly stared in disbelief. The main deck was deserted, the crew swept overboard when the ship turned over. The last tatters of sails flapped in the wind from what was left of the broken mast. Holly could feel the wind tearing at her clothes. Sheets of rain and blowing seawater soaking her. Oddly, the boat seemed to have stopped but still sat at right angles to the waves. The next wave hit the side of the boat causing a lurch and Holly was falling, falling, falling forever toward the black sea. ********************************************* Holly opened her eyes and abruptly closed them again against the blazing sun. Her body ached and burned. She moved her arm to raise up on one elbow. Cautiously she opened her eyes again shading them with her free hand. She was laying on a sandy beach far up from the waters edge. Twisting, she could see the ocean to one side and a sandy hill to the other. Painfully, she stood and looked up and down the deserted beach. Here and there were timbers and refuse that had washed ashore in the storm. Holly could think of nothing to do but walk. After taking inventory she tied what was left of her torn and tattered dress as best she could to maintain her dignity, and, as a proper British lady, began walking north, keeping the ocean to her right. She thought to herself, "I know Tangier can't be far." Hours later when the sun had moved high over head to mark the mid-day. Holly, heard the sound of horses coming from beyond the sandy hill. With a feeling of relief she began running toward the hill knowing a search party had found her. And why wouldn't there be a search party? After all, she was a respected subject of the Crown and therefore, valuable to the Empire. But half way up the sandy hill she came to a halt and simply stared. At the crest of the hill stood a very odd man. Obviously this was a man of the desert. He was dressed in some kind of trousers and shirt, belted at the waist, with a long black, flowing robe over his shoulders. On his feet were soft leather boots what came half way to his knees. Strangest of all, he worn a garment on his head that Holly took from the pictures in the books she'd read to be a turban. Holly knew one had to deal firmly with the "natives" in those countries at the outer reaches of the Empire. So drawing herself up to her full height, Holly marched up the hill and stopped in front of the man saying, "You there. Give me a horse and a guide. I have urgent business in Tangier." The man didn't move and seemed to not have heard. "Well, get on about it. And be quick about it." With this the man let out a deep throated laugh and called over his shoulder, "Amed. Bring my horse and a water flask." Moments later, another man, Amed, dressed in similar fashion, though decidedly shabbier, lead a great white stallion and carried a goat skin water bottle. The man took the water bottle from Amed and held it up, taking a long drink. Holly reached out her hand, assuming, the man would offer her a drink to. When he didn't, she said in a loud, commanding voice, "Alright then, give me a hand up and we will go to Tangier." At this, both men laughed. "Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea who my father is and how much trouble you will be in if you don't do as I tell you?" she hissed through her teeth. At that, in lieu of response, the man slapped her hard on the side of the face. Holly fell backwards with the force of the blow. Without moving, the man responded, "Yes, little one. You are someone lost in my desert. Now I have found you and so, you belong to me now." Holly was horrified. "You don't mean...? You can't...?" "Oh yes, little one," he said. Then turning to Amed, "Take her. Put her with the rest of the women. Have the tall woman watch her." Amed grabbed Holly's arm roughly and dragged her up the slope. Just over the crest waited a tribe of like dressed people. Amed dragged her to a small group of women and turned to what appeared to be the leader. "Take care of this one. Do not let her out of your sight. She will try to escape. She has the wiles of a snake, this one." At that Amed grinned then turned and strode away. The woman looked at Holly. "I am Mashla. I am Aimed's woman," Then she slapped Holly, sending her to her knees. Before Holly could react Mashla slipped a noose around her neck and drew it tight. "Now you will not run away." "I will not be treated this way," Holly hissed, only to be slapped again. The tribe began to move west at a walk lead by the man who first found Holly. The pace was steady but relentless. As the sun moved towards the west the air heated to an unbearable level. But still the band moved west. Holly's bare feet burned on the hot sand and the sun turned her milky skin red as it roasted her flesh. Finally, as the western sky began to glow a deep reddish-orange, the band stopped for the night. Holly laid down on the sand, exhausted and in pain, but Mashla jerked on the noose, pulling her to her feet. "Plenty of time to rest later. For now there is work." Wearily, Holly allowed herself to be lead to where the other women were at work. Some setting up the tents for the night. Others preparing the food. Mashla handed, Holly a leather bucket and pointed to a large sack that had been unloaded from one of the horses. She showed Holly how to scoop the dry meal from the sack into the bucket then feed the horses. This was to be her job for the next few days. "You expect me to do the work of a common stable boy? Be damned!" A hard jerk on the noose and another slap quieted Holly and she did as she was instructed, reluctantly. When Holly finished the men were sitting around a fire dipping into the numerous bowls scattered among them. As they ate, the men talked very fast in a language, Holly could not understand. Holly reached for one of the bowls and was cuffed hard for her effort. Sulkily, she sat back and watched, muttering under her breath. After more than an hour the men finally rose and moved off by themselves. At that the women swooped in and grabbed what was left in the bowls. Holly moved from one bowl to another only to find they had been wiped clean. Mashla took her hand and gave her a piece of bread which Holly devoured hungrily. Then Holly was shown how to clean the bowls with sand and while the other women, with the exception of Mashla, moved off to the tents, Holly worked under Mashla's watchful eyes.. With the last bowl cleaned, Holly was lead to a tent on the far side of the group. Mashla shoved her inside. Here she found the man asleep, a woman by his side. Mashla pushed Holly up against the central tent pole and tied her wrists with leather straps set into the pole. With that, Mashla, left. Holly leaned against the tent pole and closed her eyes. Sometime later, Holly was awakened by a sound. Without stirring, she listened. It was the sound of breathing, very heavy, followed by smacking sounds, and later by what she took to be a whimper. "Oh God," she thought. "I'm not hearing this. Animals. These savages are animals." The sounds increased and as they became more audible Holly could tell it was the sound of a man gasping and low moans of a woman. The woman's moans became louder as Holly listened, fascinated. Then Holly noticed her nipples were tingling strangely and there was the beginning of wetness between her legs. Feelings that she had never felt before were beginning deep inside between her legs. As if with a mind of it's own, her hand snaked down and down until her fingers dipped into the wetness. A warmth began to grow between Holly's leg, spreading upwards until the warmth turned to a burning that seemed to envelop her entire body. Still the sounds from the bed came louder. The woman now screaming and the man grunting with the exertion of sex. This only made these new feelings in Holly stronger. Her fingers moved between her lips and moved slowly until they found the tiny button near the front. Touching that, Holly's back arched and a small moan of her own was added to those of the two only a few feet away. "Allah... Allah... Fuck me harder," pleaded the woman in the bed as Holly's entire body began to spasm with the intensity of her very first orgasm. Then as her fingers plunged deep inside beyond her lips more waves came over her. Now it seemed her entire body was wracked with pleasure. Again and again her fingers plunged deep inside her until finally in a grand crescendo the last wave, far bigger than all the others coursed through her. And with that, Holly fainted. Holly stretched as she swam up from the depths of a deep sleep brought on by total exhaustion. She knew she'd had a terrible nightmare about being shipwrecked and captured by some unruly, and rather smelly, tribes people. But now it was morning and time to see the Second Office about breakfast. Stretching luxuriously, Holly opened her eyes, then sat bolt upright. I had not been a dream. It was all true. Mashla jerked the noose around Holly's neck making her flinch. "You get up now. Already sleep too late. Put these on. Hurry," Mashla ordered as she held out an arm load of garments. Holly broke for the opening of the tent to escape, but Mashla jerked the noose then slapped her face. Holly took the clothes and looked at them suspiciously. They were filthy and smelled terrible. Another jerk on the noose and Holly began discarding the remainder of her dress while glaring at Mashla. Then pulled the rough desert robe on over her knickers. These clothes covered her from the shoulders down to her ankles, with a hood that covered her bare head.. They seemed to be made of some, heavy coarsely woven fabric but they did make her feel more lady-like since they covered her nakedness far better than the tattered remains of her own clothes. Mashla lead Holly out of the tent. Already there was a lot of activity and nearly the entire camp was packed away even though the sun had just peeked over the desert dunes to the east. Mashla showed her how to break the tent down and fold it so it could be packed with the other camp equipment. Then the entire tribe set out heading more northeasterly this time. Today, the man held the leash end of her noose as he sat astride his horse. Again the pace was only a steady walk but they never stopped. About mid-morning, the man turned in his saddle and yelled, "Amed, how much farther do you think?" Amid, who had been trailing behind, spurred his horse to catch up. When he was abreast of the man he said, "I think we will get there late in the afternoon, Kareim." "Kareim," Holly thought. Finally the man had a name. "I shall show him. Well, Mr. Kareim will be in very much trouble when my father finishes with him," she thought with satisfaction. The tribe moved on over the dunes, always in a straight line to the Northeast , never wavering in their trek. Holly's bare feet again were burned by the super heated sand but, at least, the clothes Mashla gave her did give some shelter from the sun. Before the sun reached its zenith, Kareim called a halt and everyone hunkered down in the lee of the dunes to rest in what little shade there was. The water skins were passed around and Holly, drank her fill with the rest. But the respite was not for long and soon the tribe was moving again. Several hours later, Holly could see a dark area ahead on the horizon. As the tribe moved closer, she could make out the green tops of trees . An oasis. The tribe moved faster now. The horses could already smell the water that awaited them and the entire tribe wanted to rest in the cooling shade during the hottest part of the day. The tents were pitched next to the oasis as Mashla and Holly watered the horses in the limpid pool at the center of the circle of trees. The horses drank eagerly, but Mashla kept pulling them away, fearing they would drink too quickly and become ill. Holly took the opportunity to drink deeply at the pool. The cool water refreshing her. For the first time, Holly could think. She had held the idea of escaping out into the desert. But where was she? How far and how long would she last out there alone? Holly decided to bide her time and make her escape when the time was right. Holly and Mashla returned to the tents when it was already growing dark and the men sat in a circle around the fire, eating and talking. As before, the women waited until the men were done and moved away, the swooped down to scoop the scrapes from the bowls. This time, driven by hunger, Holly dived in and grabbed what she could with her hands, stuffing her mouth, the grease running down her chin. Holly never tasted what she ate as she would in the days to come. The food was swallowed in gulps almost without chewing. In the end, Holly felt almost satisfied and leaned back to sit on the sand next to a tent. But a Jerk on the noose reminded her of her duty to feed the horses. It was full dark by the time the horses were fed and the bowls cleaned. Mashla was snoozing on he sand. Holly had one more chore to do. She had to fill the water skins so they would be ready to move the next morning. With Mashla sleeping, Holly slipped into the trees surrounding the pool, but as she came near there were noises coming from that direction. Holly edged back into the shadows and crept forward cautiously. Only a few yards from the pool, Holly could see Kareim with a woman bathing naked in the pool. The laughed softly, touched, kissed, embraced. Then began the age old dance of love. As Holly watched, the woman bent to kiss Karime's chest and nipples. Then she kissed lower and lower until he had his growing cock in her mouth. Kareim took her head and moved it back and forth so that his cock slide deep into her throat then out where her tongue would play with the head. Then he would force his cock back into her throat. Presently, Kareim's head fell back, eyes closed. His breath came in short bursts. And almost as if the earth would shake and the heavens open, he shot a great load of cum into the woman's mouth. Spurt after spurt ran down her throat, covered her face and tits. Holly wanted to scream with horror. Holding a hand over her mouth, she quietly slipped back into the bushes and quickly back to the tents. She did not return to the pool until after she saw Kareim and the women again. By then, Mashla had awoken from her nap and the two went together carrying torches to the pool to fill the water skins. Mashla push her torch into the soft sand at the waters edge to give them light to work by, then motioned Holly to do the same. Space two meters apart one side of the pool was bathed in the flickering light. As Holly watched, Mashla began to remove her robe, letting it fall to the sand around her ankles. Mashla stood in the torchlight, the light dancing off her naked body. Holly stared at the delicate curve of Mashla's ass and the dark brown nipples that topped her full breasts. Mashla stretched then turned and entered the pool. "Are you not going to bathe?" she asked staring at the open-mouthed Holly. "This is your last chance for many miles." Without saying a word, Holly sat at the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the cool water. It felt wonderful. Mashla moved close to her and placed her hand on her knee. Holly's Grand Tour "You need to wash, Holly," she said reaching further up Holly's thigh. Mashla raised to stand in the pool, taking Holly's hand, quickly undressed her. Mashla's hands wandered over Holly's body. Touching. Caressing. Lingering over her budding breasts. Playing with her rosy nipples. Teasing. Then brought Holly into the pool to join her. As Mashla's hand again moved to Holly's thigh, Holly cursed under her breath as the warm feeling began between her legs, hurried along by slow movements of Mashla's hands. Reaching down, Holly tried to push Mashla's hand away, but stopped, her hand resting on Mashla's. After another moment, Holly looked into Mashla's wanton eyes and flushed. Body tensing, she guided the hand upwards to her pussy. The first touch was almost like a bolt of lightning. Involuntarily, Holly spread her legs wide for Mashla. Realizing what was happening, Holly tried to pull away but was slapped again. She reached up to feel the burning in her cheek from the blow. Tears began at the corners of her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. "No. No. This is wrong," she pleaded. But Mashla's fingers invaded the inside of Holly's lips sending another jolt of lightning though her body. When Mashla found, Holly's, hidden button juices began to flow from Holly's pussy. When Mashla's tongue replaced her fingers the juiced gushed in wild, spasmodic orgasm that left Holly head spinning into another world - a world of the most intense pleasure imaginable. Holly grabbed Mashla's head and pressed it harder into her pussy. Her hips bucked with every movement of the tongue deep inside her. Holly's pussy exploded again and again sending gushing waves of juice to run down Mashla's chin and drip onto her naked breasts. When Holly thought she could stand no more one final wave exploded over her wracking her entire body with its intensity and sending a massive gush of fluid spraying from her pussy covering Mashla with her cum. Holly, collapsed, her head spinning, her breath coming in short gasps. Mashla stood and straddled Holly's face, rubbing her pussy against Holly's lips, coaxing. Holly tried to turn her face away but Mashla slapped her and pinched her left nipple cruelly with one hand and turned Holly's face back to the waiting slit. "Play, little one. Play," she said. And tentatively Holly's tongue licked out to taste the juices already collecting between Mashla's lips. The fingers on her nipple relaxed as Holly's tongue reached deeper into the forbidden valley as Mashla fucked the tongue. "Stop! Allah will punish you for this!" came the voice of Kareim. Mashla jumped back. Holly grabbed her robe and tried to hide her nakedness and shame. Kareim stepped into the circle of torchlight and stood, hands on hips, glaring at the two women. "Mashla, this is how you look after my property? Take this slave girl and wait for me in my tent." ******************************************** Holly listened to the men talking outside the tent. The language was so foreign but she did pick up a word here and there, not exactly sure what they meant. She tried to move to relieve the cramp in her legs but found the bindings holding her back to back with Mashla, standing with the tent pole between them much to tight to allow movement. Even her mouth was gagged. Tied this way her movements were restricted to wiggling her nose only. She felt Mashla strain once again against the braided goat skin ropes that held them. Each time she struggled the bonds cut into both the women's flesh. Hours of struggling had done little other than cut deep, raw sores in their throats, arms and legs. Dawn was near and Holly was losing all hope that their struggles would free them. Soon, four men entered the tent and began untying the women, but left the gags in place. Holly tried to remove hers but was slapped, throwing her to the carpeted floor. The women's robes were taken and they were again tied, nude, but singly this time with a long leash attached to each of their necks. Mashla, realizing what was going on, struggled frantically to escape, but was easily over powered. Then the women were lead, stumbling over each other, into the rising sun. One of the men handed the leashes up to Kareim who was already sitting on his horse. The women were forced to stand very still while the band made ready to leave. Finally, Kareim spurned his horse and began leading the tribe into the desert, this time heading almost due North at a pace much faster than before. The women struggled to keep up, but tripped over each other's feet, falling often to be dragged over the sand, then stumbling to their feet again only to repeat the process over again and again. At mid-day, there was no rest stop as there had been on previous days. But occasionally, Holly could glimpse a building in the distance which grew closer each hour. Finally, the band came to a road of sorts. More a stony track through the desert. The band turned slightly east to follow the road. Now as the struggling Holly and Mashla fell they on the rocky road. Soon they were bruised and bleeding. Tears coming from their eyes as the last hundred meters the two women were too weak to struggle any longer and were dragged over the rocky ground. The building turned out to be more a fortress than a building. The tribe stopped at the gates and Kareim called out in a loud voice in their odd language. Then the gates opened and the tribe proceeded inside, the women bloody and bruised, dragged behind Kareim. Roughly the women were thrown into a room just inside the gate. Two men untied them and removed their gags and left. The two women lay on the floor, tears of fear and pain streaming down their cheeks. Outside they could hear the sounds of men shouting and moving about. Mashla put her arm around Holly and whispered, "Soon they will punish us. The punishment will be terrible. But do not fear. Allah will protect us." Holly continued to weep until finally she slept. As the first rays of the sun began to march across the desert, two men came to Mashla and Holly. Steel shackles were attached to their wrists and they were lead back through the gate and a short way out into the desert. There two posts had been buried in the sand about 3 meters tall. Near the top between the two poles there was a horizontal bar as thick as a man's thigh between the posts. Four chains swung from the bar. The men of the tribe milled around to one side waiting. The women were lead, still naked, to the structure and held facing it. The hanging chains were attached to the shackles on their wrists. And so they waited. A drum sounded and through the gate came a man, Holly had never seen before. Unlike the others, this man was dressed in white robes and his turban had a gold chain woven through it. He carried a large book. He walked around in front of the women and pointed at them, his eyes blazing. The man began to speak in the same language that Holly had heard before, always pointing at the two women. His voice became louder, then raising his book skyward screamed the single word, "Yama'ak!" At that, four men each too a chain and hoisted the women off the sand by the shackles on their wrists. The women hung there, totally exposed, naked and defenseless. Kareim stepped in front of Holly carrying a long wooden cane. He took her by the hair and spoke, "You have insulted Allah and disgraced the tribe. Now you will be punished." Kareim then walk around behind the women. Holly turned her head to look at Mashla. Then Holly tried to look behind her, but as she did, she heard a whoop sound followed by a loud slap and a stinging pain across her bare ass. Than another whoop sound and slap, followed by a grunt from Mashla. Then again Holly's ass felt the sting of the cane followed by another on Mashla. Again and again the cane fell across the women's bare skin leaving great red welts. Both women began to cry, tears falling on the dry sand, screams of humiliation and pain coming from their throats. Each women received 20 blows from the cane, then salt water was poured over their bright red asses. Again the women screamed as the salt bit into the torn flesh. The men went back to the gate and there were no more sounds. By the time the western sky began to redden the women could no longer cry, could no longer scream. The desert sun had done it's work. Holly was worse off then Mashla. The sun had blistered her white skin, turning it red and blisters were beginning to show. Thirsty, humiliated and bruised the women could only hang over the horizontal bar and pray for death. Holly hardly felt the rough hands when they untied her and carried her back through the gate along with Mashla. Then there was the cool feeling of water being slowly poured over her naked body. The feel of gentle hand rubbing a sweet smelling oil into her tortured skin. As she slowly revived she was given water, small amounts at a time. Holly could see that it was now nearly dark. She prided herself in surviving the tortures. But not long after, Amed came and told the women to follow him. They were lead, still naked to a large room where all the men of the band sat on low pillowed benches. Kareim stood and began to speak in the native language Holly could not understand. She looked at Mashla and saw horror in her eyes. Holly looked around at the assembled men wondering what would happen. The men seemed strangely restless. Pointing at the women, Kareim said one word, the same word the man in the white robes had said that morning, "Yama'ak." The men rose and roughly grabbed the women. Each was taken to one of the low benches. Holly felt rough hands crushing her ripe young breasts. Fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. Other hands moved over her soft stomach and down over the golden curls at her pubes and down even further to her slit. "Oh God, Noooooo," she screamed as her body fought to escape the offending hands. But there was no stopping. Sentence had been issued and the punishment was to be carried out. A cock appeared before her face and pressed against her lips. She turned her head away but a rough hand grabbed her face and turned it back. Fingers slid between her pussy lips bringing another long scream. Holly was aware of nothing but the hands violating her private regions. Then more hands joined in touching, rubbing, feeling every inch of her. A cock rubbed against her pussy lips and when she tried to scream, the cock slide deep into her throat chocking her. The something happened, a wetness began to form between her lips, lubricating the cock. "Oh God, No!" thought Holly, but she knew her body was responding even though her ever bit of her senses told her what was happening was wrong. Secretly she knew this is what she craved, needed. With horror Holly looked across the room at Mashla hoping she could help her. But she saw a man between Mashla's legs rutting, his cock buried deep inside her. Mashla twisted and arched and fought to stop the men. Mashla looked toward Holly. There eyes met. Both were filled with fear and hopelessness. The men began to chant, urging on the one fucking her pussy. He laughed as he stroked inside Holly and the others laughed with him. But Holly heard none of this. she could hear nothing. She again had gone to that private place of pleasure and heard nothing over her own moans as the cock slid in and out of her. Her hips thrust forward to receive this shaft, to suck it deep inside her. She was obsessed with the power of the cock. She even found herself moving back and forth on the cock in her mouth, feeling it grow longer, harder as she sucked. Holly's body bucked and screamed for release as the fire burning in her pussy exploded in a great fireworks display that engulfed her. Then as quickly as it happened it was over and she opened her eyes only to receive a great load of hot cum splattering in long trails across her bare tits. Then the cock at her mouth moved around to take position between her legs and another moved in to fuck her mouth. It happened again and again. As the men took turns fucking Holly she screamed in the throws of an intensity of pleasure that she had never allowed herself to dream of. Exploding orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Load after load spewed across her bare chest, face and inside her hungry pussy. Then the men stopped and backed away. Holly whimpered, begging for more. Kareim came forward and pushed Holly to the carpeted floor and, pulling their ass up, plunged his throbbing cocks deep into the women's ass. Holly screamed with pain and pleasure. Her face dropped to the carpet and Kareim's cock slammed again and again deep into her. And the world opened and fireworks exploded again as Holly's body shook what a final tremendous orgasm. Kareim pulled his cock from her ass and, taking her by the hair, forced it deep into Holly's throat just as he shot his load. Cum dripped out of the corners of her mouth as pulse after pulse shot from Kareim's cock. Holly cocked and swallowed but still the cum came running down her throat, covering her breasts. Then she fainted. A short time later Holly opened her eyes. Mashla was laying across the room covered in dried cum. Otherwise the room was empty. Holly crawled across the carpet to Mashla and put her arm around her. Mashla stirred and turned toward Holly and looked into her eyes. Then Mashla kissed her on the lips and the two women slept wrapped in each other's arms. ******************************************* Holly was so glad to be wearing her robes again even if she had been forced to dress hurriedly without even a moment to wash. She walked the entire day with her leash hanging loosely from Mashla hand. The two women felt a bond that could only come from shared experience. And what an experience that had been. Holly's ass was still sore from the caning and she still felt the discomfort of the dried cum on her chest and face. "I must look a freight," she said to Mashla. Mashla smiled and squeezed her hand. And so the two women walked for the rest of the day hand in hand. As night approached Kareim called a halt and the women began setting up the tents and building a fire while the men talked and looked after their horses. Holly did not have to be told her duties. Now she accepted he work and went about it wordlessly. When the horses had been fed and watered, Mashla began to show Holly how to make "Bakala", the flat bread cakes the women made every day, and "Dabnah", the thick, greasy goat stew. After the men had eaten, Holly expected the usual rush of women for the leftovers, but the women crowded around Holly and Mashla and passed the bowls to them one by one allowing them to eat their fills first. Holly thought about this, but when she looked at her friend, Mashla only smiled back at her. That night, before Mashla went to Amen's tent, she pulled Holly aside and spoke to her. "Listen, my friend," she told Holly, "tonight everyone will leave you alone and tomorrow we will turn west toward Tangier." "Why?" Holly asked. "You have gained respect in the tribe. You survived what no gangie woman could." Loki used the word almost in a hiss. "Today, you are tribe. You are with us. Tomorrow there will be no noose, no leash. You may run away if you want. That is your choice." "But why would I run away? I want to go to Tangier. That is where my aunt awaits me." "Good. But when the time comes..." Mashla did not finish, but only smiled her knowing smile. As Holly lay on the carpets in the corner of Kareim's tent she thought about Mashla words. "Somewhere there was a hidden message in her words," she thought to herself. For a long time she lay there in the dark thinking. Then she slept. ************************************ ."Do you see, Mashla? Do you see it?" Holly shouted. In the distance was the azure blue of the Atlantic and some miles north a great city. "That's Tangier it must be." Mashla nodded and continued to walk silently toward the distant city. At time passed the city grew larger. Holly could make out the buildings closest to the tribe. The passed small houses and farms where men were working the fields and women tended the evening cooking fires. She could smell the fresh baked "Bakalah" and the roasting meat and suddenly felt hungry. The tribe now moved faster as they neared the city. Everyone knew this would be a night they would not have to spend on the ground in there tents and looked forward to sleeping in comfort once again. At the gates of the city, Holly was amazed at the activity. Caravans arrived and departed. It seemed like the whole city was one giant bazaar with shops and street vendor everywhere. Where ever she looked men and women bartered for goods. A leather trader here, a shoe maker there. Over here a shop selling furniture. And the smells were overpowering. Women sat on corners with small fires cooking sweet meats and fowl for sale. Songs were being sung and stories told in the tea houses. But most remarkable were the people. So many people. Here a Nubian, there an Arab and even an occasional European. Mixed in with the crowds of people were goats and camels, sheep and asses, some for sale others brought to carry burdens to and from the city. By the time the tribe turned off the main road and down a quite, tree-lined street Holly's head was spinning. This is what she had traveled all this way to see and experience. But a thought crossed her mind. "Was it really?" she thought. This thought dogged her until the tribe stopped in front of a great walled house. The gate was opened by two turbaned men dressed in white robs who immediately dropped to their knees and, extending their hands in front of them on the ground brought the foreheads down to touch the dirt between their hands. On intoned some greeting in the Arab language as the tribe, lead by Kareim moved through the gate. Then the men stood and closed the gate doors and secured them. The sight was almost too much for Holly. The house was beautiful. It stood two stories tall with a covered verandas on both the upper floor and lower floor. The verandas looked out on a court yard that was landscaped with palms and flowers. The colors of the flowers were magnificent with reds and yellows and blues of a hundred shades. Both the court yard and the house seemed to be immaculately maintained though Holly could see no one working. Climbing the three steps to the lower veranda, holly could see two servants waiting, flanking the main door. As the tribe approached, the servants dropped to their knees and bowed low as the tribe passed into the house. Standing in the middle of the room, Kareim turned and said to Mashla, "Take her upstairs to a room and bathe her." Then turned and walked off trailed by the other men. The women gently guided, Holly up a flight of stairs which came out on the upper veranda, then to a room. Quickly they took her dirty clothing and guided her to a bath. The women poured cool water over Holly's naked body and hair, carefully washed her with sweet smelling soap. This was done several times until Holly's skin took on a glow, then they rubbed jasmine oils into her skin and dried her with cotton towels. Her hair was combed and dried and combed again. One of the women then set to work making braids which wrapped around and interlaced with a gold tiara. When they were done the brought new clothes, these far finer than those she had worn in the desert The material was the finest silk tied at the waist with a sash. And an over robe of blue and pint flowers. Wearing slippers of the softest leather Holly stood in front of a mirror and stared that the woman reflected there. The sun darken face and arms were hardly recognizable and the clothes were fantastic. Her head was held confidently high and there was a look about her. Holly was beautiful. Open mouthed, Holly turned to see all the women had left except Mashla. Holly's Grand Tour "You must rest now," Mashla told her. "There will be a feast tonight and you will attend." "Feast? But, Mashla, who's house is this?" "This is the home of the Sheik Kareim al Barbrani. He owns much of the land we crossed as well as this house and others." Holly stared at Mashla. "Sheik?" Mashla nodded then rose and walked from the room. At the door she turned and said, "I will call for you in two hours." Then she was gone. Holly could not rest. Too many things had happened in the past few days: Ship wreck, capture and enslavement torture and... Holly's mind did not even want to imagine the horrors that occurred with the men the night before last. That was something best forgotten forever. But how could she? She was a ruined woman now. Not any fault of hers but still ruined. These and other thoughts filled her mind until she was interrupted by Mashla returning to fetch her. Together the two women walked together down the stair, across the entrance room and out the back into another beautiful garden. Here there were low tables set up in the middle of the garden under a canopy on an immaculately groomed lawn. Everywhere there were flowers and brightly dressed servants carrying trays of food and drink. Most of the guests were dressed in the usual white robes but one man was dressed in a gray tweed wool suit. "How very odd," Holly thought. Casually Holly moved around among the guests always keeping the gray suit in sight out of the corner of her eye. As she moved around through the crowd randomly the man seemed to be doing the same. It took nearly an hour before Holly "bumped" into the man. "I'm so sorry," Holly exclaimed looking as embarrassed as possible. "No harm done. By the way, Palmer. Fredrick Palmer," the man said extending his hand. Holly took his hand. "And what brings you here this afternoon, my dear?" Holly noticed that Mr. Palmer was looking at her smiling and holding her hand just a bit too long to be entirely polite. Holly was not quite sure how to answer the question. After a moment she responded, "I'm a guest of the Sheik." "Oh, then you must be Miss Lancaster. May I call you Holly? So glad to meet you." "How did you know?" Holly was confused. "Why, didn't you know? We've been waiting for you for several days. One of the Sheik's men came to my office at the embassy five days ago to tell me you'd been found wandering in the desert." "The told you..." Holly could not believe her ears. "Why yes. I'll be around to collect you in the morning. You have passage back to Liverpool on the afternoon tide. I will be accompanying you on the voyage home. You didn't know?" Now it was Fredrick's turn to be surprised. "Oh, I see a friend from the Egyptian delegation. I really must talk to him. So good to meet you, Miss Lancaster. Don't forget tomorrow morning 10 O'clock sharp," he said over his shoulder as he hurried away. Holly stood stunned. Home. She was going back to England. But her entire plan to see the world was shattered. But was it really? Look what he had done, what she had endured. Had I actually done the tourist "Grand Tour" would I have even come close? Later, sitting alone in the garden after the guests had left. Mashla came and sat down next to her. "So, I hear you know you will be leaving," she said flatly. "Yes. But why didn't anyone tell me?" "And did you need to know?" Mashla said softly looking down at her feet. "Well yes. Of course. But..." "But would you have survived? This is not England. This is a hard land. We have our own laws here and our own ways." Then looking up into Holly's face, tears ran down Mashla's cheeks. "I will miss you. I will not see you tomorrow before you leave. Kareim has forbidden it. And I will never see you again." Mashla leaned over and kissed Holly softly on the mouth. Her lips lingered a moment then abruptly got up and walked quickly into the house. *************** Standing on the pier Holly looked out across the Atlantic. It seemed so wide, yet not so wide as before. Fredrick had come around to fetch her as he had promised exactly on time. The they gone by open carriage to the embassy for a few formalities. Afterwards, a fine lunch at the Morocco Hotel. The tide was already turning and time to board the packet ship. Silently Holly said good bye. Goody bye to an adolescent dream. But more importantly good bye to a friend who guided her through an important, though short, time in her life. Confidently, Miss Holly Lancaster took Mr. Fredrick Palmers arm and said, "Mr. Palmer, shall we?"