Felicia (8 page)

“She is ready now, lord,” Selim announced. He kept the vibrator running.

“Excellent.” Ismail turned towards the waiting men. “Assam,” he said to the rodent like little spy. He pointed towards the blonde slut. “Take your reward now.”

Felicia started a little when she felt the vibrator being removed and then bony-fingered hands gripping her by her waist. A moment later she grunted as a cock was thrust into her. She heard men yelling and clapping as whoever was behind her began thrusting, quickly and jerkily. The sensation brought her no pleasure at all. In fact, if she felt anything, it was nausea, heavily mixed with shame. At least they had made her wet enough for the rape not to hurt too much… but somehow, to her befuddled mind, it was yet another cause for shame that they had been able to bring her body to arousal even after they had abused her so cruelly. She shut her eyes and moaned, not in pleasure, but in pain and misery. The men heard her and she heard cheers, and what sounded like them cheering on their compatriot. She heard him laugh, a nasty, little snickering laugh, and somehow knew that her rapist was the weaselly little man she had seen when she had first been brought here. Her nausea returned, and she retched. But her stomach was empty, so instead of vomiting into her tightly gagged mouth and suffocating herself, all she did was burn her own mouth and throat with bile. Then she felt her rapist suddenly stop moving, felt his weight leaning heavily on her hips. She heard him groaning, and knew that he had finished. After a moment, he leaned back and slapped her ass before pulling out of her. The men watching cheered him as he returned to their ranks. She caught sight of the feet of someone approaching her quickly and braced herself for her second rape. It was over quickly, but this man was both thicker and longer than the first, and it hurt a little. All through the ordeal, she heard the other men whistling and cheering. Again, she tasted bile. She thought that she had no more tears left, but hearing the loud, exultant cries of the watching men and knowing that they were all eagerly awaiting their turn was enough to bring them to her eyes again. Her tears mixed with the water still dripping from her hair onto the cold, hard cement floor. And it went on.

Chapter Seven

Felicia shuffled along listlessly behind Selim, towed along at the end of the chain locked around her neck. She wasn’t bound. She barely noticed. She had not been the same since that horrible whipping and gang rape. They had left her in a small, dim cell afterwards, with nothing but a thin pallet to lie on. She had slept almost the whole time they had kept her there, waking only to eat a little food or drink a little water.

Sometimes, she would wake to find Neha there with her, carefully washing her, rubbing sweet-smelling ointments on the welts marking her body, combing her hair. On occasion, she woke to find Neha lying on the pallet with her, as naked as she was, simply holding her as she shivered and cried. Neha never said anything to her, and the one time she tried to say something to the lovely young Indian woman Neha had put a finger on her lips to stop her.

Besides being stiff and sore and still in pain from her mistreatment, whipping and rape, she was completely confused about her position in this terrible place. When the sheik had first fucked her in front of his harem, she had thought that he was demonstrating his ownership of her body and that she would become another one of his captive sex toys. That idea had been quite bad enough, but if there was nothing she could do about it, at least for the moment, she thought she could endure it. And then he had given her over to those other men, after having her painfully and thoroughly whipped in front of them. She had feared that she had somehow failed a test and would become a disposable piece of female meat, to be used and abused until she died or went insane. But then she had been allowed to rest and heal…at least physically. They had even provided some care for her, in the form of Neha. She couldn’t figure any of it out, and had finally stopped trying. Now she was being led somewhere by the big eunuch who had whipped her, and she didn’t really care where she was being led to or why. At least she told herself that. Way down deep she still felt a gnawing fear that she was in for more painful experiences. It came as a surprise to her when he took her through a door and into what looked like a small doctor’s office. She could see an elderly man in a white coat, apparently the doctor, a plain-looking nurse in a plain-looking white uniform, cloth-covered tables with medical paraphernalia spread out on them, a gurney and a gynecological exam chair. Selim indicated that she was supposed to get up onto that last item, and she obeyed, even putting her feet into the stirrups without being told to. She didn’t know why she was getting medical care now that her injuries were already healing well, but she didn’t care about that either.

Selim stood behind the exam chair and held her chain leash tightly. The nurse approached with a hypodermic and a smile while the doctor busied himself with other things. Up close, Felicia realized that the nurse was older than she appeared at first, with fine wrinkles around her eyes and the corners of her mouth. The smile she wore appeared to be entirely professional, with no sympathy or other feeling behind it. It never changed in the least as she swabbed Felicia’s shoulder with alcohol and then jabbed the needle in. With all the other aches and pains that she’d become used to, the injection felt no worse than a mosquito bite. She remained still as the needle was removed and the nurse, still wearing that wooden smile, went away.

Whatever had been in that hypodermic, Felicia soon wished that they’d given her a bit more of it. Her pains started to fade and for the first time since she’d been brought here she felt calm and relaxed. She even found it vaguely amusing when the nurse came back and began securing her ankles with leather straps so that she couldn’t pull her feet out of the stirrups. It was a bit less amusing when her hands were pulled up over her head and secured to the exam chair with more straps. But by the time the nurse was wedging another one of those damned bit gags between her teeth and buckling it in place whatever drugs they had given her had completely kicked in and Felicia almost felt like giggling. Were they worried that she would try to bite somebody? How silly!

The doctor came over and began inspecting the marks on her body. As painful as all those angry welts had been, the whip had never broken Felicia’s skin and the fading red lines were apparently satisfactory to him. She thought of telling him that she had some on her back too and he should probably have a look at them, but then she tried to picture how she could possibly position herself on the exam chair so that he could do that, and she felt that urge to giggle again. What had they given her? She shook her head, trying to clear it, but she seemed to be awfully weak, and her head almost too heavy for her neck to move. She closed her eyes and sighed. This wasn’t anywhere near as bad as whipping and gang rape, and if they were giving her medical care, even as late as this, it meant that she was still somehow valuable to somebody. The thought was not much of a relief, but it was at least something.

“Well, doctor, how is she?”

Felicia’s eyes flew open as she recognized the voice of the sheik. She saw him entering the exam room in his robes, a curved knife in a jeweled scabbard thrust through the sash around his waist, looking every bit the desert bandit chief from some B-movie. The exam chair was positioned so that as he entered he had a perfect view between Felicia’s spread legs. Instinctively, she tried to pull her knees together, but the bindings around her ankles prevented it. The sheik saw her try anyway and smiled at her.

“She is healing well, so far as I can tell so far,
sayyid
,” the doctor replied. When he used that foreign word, Felicia realized for the first time that the men were speaking in English. “She appears to be a very healthy young woman.” The old doctor cast his eye on Felicia’s naked body, apparently noticing it in its totality for the first time. “And a very attractive one as well.”

“If she was not beautiful, she would not be here,” the sheik said. He came closer, looking into Felicia’s eyes and smiling at the fear and uncertainty he saw in them. Even as drugged as she was, Felicia would have moved away from him if she’d been able.

“I’ve only started my examination, lord,” the doctor continued. “She appears to have been terribly abused, but that is nothing new, is it?”

The sheik laughed harshly. “They must be taught obedience,” he said with a shrug.

The doctor picked up a speculum. “I assume you will want to observe, lord?” he asked.

“Of course,” the sheik nodded.

Felicia twitched and squealed as the cold metal speculum was thrust up into her pussy. The doctor crouched low between her legs and began poking and probing gently with a gloved hand.

“Surprisingly good condition,” he said, almost to himself. “How many men had her, lord?”

“Only six,” the sheik replied. “And they all took her from behind. I think she got some pleasure out of the experience.”

Only
six? Felicia’s teeth clamped down on the rubber bit. Only six? And she had gotten no pleasure at all out of any of it.

“It is surprising sometimes how resilient a female body can be. This one is in excellent health, aside from the obvious injuries. She should recover fully.” The doctor opened the speculum a little further and peered more deeply into Felicia. “In fact, I would say that she is fit for further use now, lord, if some care is taken.”

“That is good news,” the sheik smiled. “I would like to resume her training as soon as possible.” He came and stood next to Felicia, regarding her body minutely. He reached out and fondled her breast, making her squirm. She tried to complain, but the bit gag kept her from forming any recognizable words. The sheik ignored her and shifted his attentions to her nipple, slowly rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

“What do you think of these magnificent tits, doctor?” he asked.

“Eh?” the doctor looked up from between Felicia’s legs. “Oh, I haven’t gotten that far yet, lord, except to conclude that they were quite real and quite pretty.”

“Are you done down there yet?” the sheik asked.

“Yes, lord,” the doctor replied. He closed the speculum and slid it out of Felicia’s pussy.

“Well, then, come and examine these. It will be a rewarding experience.”

“Thank you, lord.” The doctor passed the speculum to his nurse and moved to the other side of the exam chair. His bony hands felt as cold and hard as the speculum had as he kneaded the soft flesh of Felicia’s breasts.

“Oh, yes,” he smiled after a moment. “These are especially lovely: Nicely rounded and full and quite firm. How old is this female, lord? I would guess eighteen or nineteen, just from these.”

“She is nineteen,” the sheik replied. “Tell me what you think of the rest of her body.”

“Well,” the doctor looked Felicia up and down, slowly and thoroughly, but never raising his eyes to her face. “Obviously, she is quite desirable, lord.” His bony finger traced out Felicia’s fading tan lines. “I see that she spent some time in the sun. I would not recommend that she be allowed to continue that. Her skin is quite soft and dewy now, but too much sun will dry it out.” He palpated her stomach. “Very good,” he nodded before moving on to squeeze Felicia’s thighs with those awful bony fingers. By now, even with the drugs, his touch was enough to make her skin crawl. What was even creepier to her was having to lie there, all but immobile, while they spoke about her as if she were some prized horse.

“Oh, excellent muscle tone, lord,” the doctor exulted over Felicia’s thighs. His fingers moved to the soft, silky flesh of her inner thighs, still striped red in places from the whip. “Oh, yes. Very, very nice indeed.” Felicia squirmed, hard enough for Selim to remind her of his presence by tightening his grip on the heavy chain around her neck. The doctor’s fingers crawled over her knees and began probing her calves.

“Did she play sports, lord?” he asked. “Under this soft skin she has the legs of an athlete.”

“Not so far as I know,” the sheik answered.

“Yes, well,” the doctor seemed fascinated with Felicia’s calves and unwilling to stop fondling them. “Some women are fortunate enough to be born with such a physique, lord. A body such as this one is a rare prize.”

“She was also most satisfyingly tight when I first took her,” the sheik chuckled, his hand straying back to Felicia’s breast. “I am looking forward to trying her other holes.”

The doctor laughed. “I think she is certainly fit for that, lord,” he said. “I would like to try one or two of them myself.”

Felicia strained against the straps and snarled at the men. Selim, out of sight behind her, did something to tighten the chain around her neck in warning, and she subsided. It seemed that the drugs were beginning to wear off already.

“Let us discuss other matters now, doctor,” the sheik suggested. He pinched Felicia’s nipple, not too tightly. “Would these be suitable for piercing, and if so, how large a ring might be inserted?”

“Ah!” The doctor’s smile was nasty. “Let us test, lord, and find out.” Her gestured to the nurse, who nodded, picked up a forceps, and plucked something out of a container with it. She came over to Felicia, who recognized that the ‘something’ was a piece of ice. In spite of the straps and the drugs and Selim’s efforts, she put up a valiant struggle to keep the nurse from applying it to her nipple.

“Ah, look how those tits jiggle and bounce, lord!” the doctor observed. “If you teach her to dance, I would like to see at least one of her performances.”

Felicia heard that and stopped fighting. She closed her eyes and tried to remain still as the ice was swirled around her nipple, making it swell. After a little while, the nurse repeated the process with her other nipple.

“Oh, my,” she heard the doctor say from close alongside her. She knew that if she opened her eyes she would see him and the sheik bending over her from either side, taking pleasure in the shame she was feeling as well as the sight of her swollen nipples. She knew all too well how much they stood out when she was aroused. It was the sight of them straining at the thin fabric of her bikini top when she came out of a chilly after morning swim that had first drawn Marcello to her.