Abigail

Murad

The barren island is located at the farthest south section of the archipelago…. It is shaped like a boomerang with rugged cliffs surrounding its perimeter….

There is only a small portion of the island, at the center of the inner side of the elbow that has a slopping surface, which is laid with coarse black sand…. The rest was rough rocks with dense forest with big trees covering its surface….

The waves slammed into the rocky high cliff walls surrounding the rest of the island. Even during better days, the sea was always rough around the island, and the southern part of the island was the worst…. Facing directly into the open sea makes the current strong and rough and the waves slam the cliffs with tremendous force.

Atop the outer elbow of the island, much higher than the rest of the island, a large, two-story wooden bungalow made of good quality coconut logs, planks, and stone for its foundations, and chimneys, was sitting on the protruding bedrock of the cliff….

It was almost noon when the sun shone atop its roof, while the thundering slamming sound of the waves hitting the cliffs below was frightening….

Inside the main bedroom in the bungalow, a big man in his late fifties, with a beer belly, groans as he wakes up from his disarrayed bed, annoyed at the sobs next to him….

“Silence!”He shouted and slammed his backfist hard to the bed on his side…

“Uuuugghhh…!” yelped a young girl, about twenty years old, lying naked next to the man, with her dirty, messy, battered body…. Her hands bound behind her back, a tight noose on her neck, choking her, and a short leash that restrained her head movement, tied from the noose on her neck to the bedpost…. She withered, trying to keep her sobs…. Her nose was bleeding, broken from the strike by the back fist of the man whose naked body sat down at the side of his bed…

A soft withered voice was heard below his feet, where another naked and battered woman, lying helplessly on the wooden floor, squirms as the man uses her naked body as a floor mat before leaving his bed, picks up and wears a silk robe, then walks around the bed, untying the rope that bound the noose on the girl with bleeding nose on his bed…

“Huuuurrrrkkk….!” The girl choked on her nose….. Her battered body slammed on the wooden floor as the man yanked her nose and dragged her across the bedroom …. She was struggling to breathe as the noose tightened on her neck with every yank the man made…. Her feet were kicking, trying to find a firm footing so she could ease the noose on her neck, trying to get some air as the oxygen cut off from her mouth to her now burning lungs….

“Please…. Spare me…. Master….!” She said, weakly, begging the man who said nothing as they approached the back terrace of the bungalow…

It was a small terrace about eighty centimeters in width, with picket fences about one meter in height… And it was terrifying….

As the cliff protrudes, the terrace on the second floor was hanging above empty air, which makes it more terrifying….. Anyone standing there but the owner would definitely be intimidated by the sight of the thundering wave slamming on the cliffs far below…. The jutting sharp rocks that look like needles protruding out of the sea….

“Please…. Please…. I’ll be good, master…. I’ll be your good b***h… Master…” She begs through her swollen lips…. Wets herself as the man yanks her up to her feet. She was begging for her life, tears streaming from her eyes, which left eyes swollen from the punch the man delivered on her face….

But the man’s face was just flat with no emotion, her struggles, her begging, whimpering, didn’t affect him at all….

“I have plenty…” He answered and then tossed the wailing girl off the fence….

“Kyaaaaaaaa!!!!”

The man's face was just plain, no expression whatsoever when he saw the girl screaming as she plummeted to one of the spiky rocks down below, and then he snorted and hock a loogie towards the lifeless body of the impaled girl down below…

He went back inside his bedroom, strode away, ignoring the other young girl who squirmed in the fetus's position, frightened at the sight of the man who walked towards the front balcony at the front of his bedroom…

The balcony was quite spacious, about one and a half meters, with picket fences around it…. To get to the terrace, one has to use the folded partition door made from good quality wood, which right now is creaking open.

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Oh my God…. He’s coming….

There on the balcony, four naked young women were frightened at the creaking sound of the partition, which took the whole section of the wall that leads to the balcony where they were positioned….

In a row, in an inhumane position….

Those young women were exhausted, their bodies trembled as they were exposed to the cold shivering night, trembling as the night ocean wind into their naked bodies….

And their trembling bodies were not only because of the cold and the exposure of the night…. How their position also contributes to the pain they have to endure….

One of the young women, sitting in a seiza position, one of them, in her late twenties, looked extremely tired. Her eyes were hard to get opened, her head bobbed, but her tired head couldn't fall to her chest because her shoulder-length hair was tied in a pony tail and tied with rope attached to the ceiling of the bungalow, making her head kept straight in an upright position, and the rugged gravel below her shins, contained in a kitty litter, adding the pain to her body….

She was unable to feel her n****e as those two sensitive parts of her mammary duct, deformed by two alligator clamps attached to them, were grinding into her delicate areola and both clamps were pulled with a thin stainless sling that hooked over a stainless tray resting atop her pelvis. The sling made sure that the tray was level….

And it gave so much pain to her n*****s that she swore that they were about to rip off her chest because of the strain those n*****s had to endure, because resting on top of the tray was a heavy bottle of scotch, complete with its crystal glass, and a small bucket of ice, which almost completely melted….

The other girl was also positioned in a seiza position, but she was positioned on top of a wooden plate that looked like a large washboard, which definitely made her shin burn with pain. There was a batten wood, with its sharp edge pressed to the back of the girl, forcing the girl to sit straight up, with her hands tied on her back, on top of the wood…. The wood was just about her atlas bone, was used to hold her tilted head, with her hair tied with rugged rope to the base of the washboard.

And like the woman aside from her, she too had her n****e abused, and stretched down to support a tray that had a wooden box that was quite heavy and a lighter placed next to the box…

Both of their lips were blue from the cold, their tongues went wild, they tried to lick and wet their crackling dried lips, as they were forced to open wide by a ring gag on their mouths….

The third girl had her back lying on the same washboard-shaped board that was placed over a hard box, each of her wrists was tied and stretched to the side of the ox, and secured firmly to the floor…. Both her thighs were tied together using a rugged rope, her thighs then folded so the knees pressed to her chest…. Both her ankles were also tied with the same rugged rope that chaffed her skin, and it was positioned at a ninety degree angle, and it was secured to the floor behind her dangling head, as the boar only supported her back, her hips, and her shoulder blades…

Her sobs were muffled as her mouth gagged with wide leather straps that, upon close inspection, had a circular shape at its center, and it seemed that her throat bulged a little, as if showing that something was forced down her throat…

The fourth woman may have a better position. There is no rope and straps that bound her, she only has to kneel with her knees and shoulders apart, her hands clasped behind her back... Each holding the arms, she obviously struggles to keep her back straight, trying to keep her breast protrudes, she was extremely tired has to be in that position whole night, against the cold from the night wind, hunger and thirst she has to endure, and the insects that crawls and bites her makes her efforts to keep still….

And her worst had just appeared in her sight….

“Good morning, master…. Your slave is ready to please you…” She said in a hoarse voice…. Her throat was hurt with every letter that came from her dry mouth….

Murad said nothing …. The man then turned to the girl with the scotch on her tray and turned the crystal glass up, grabbing what ice was left in the cold bucket, and poured himself a half glass of the scotch, and then he went to the other, opening the box that happened to be a container for good quality cigars which he lit with the lighter and huffs the smoke from his mouth and then walks towards the fence, ignoring the young woman, standing with his legs between her thighs, his crotch directly in front of her face…

He looked down below, passed the girl where he saw his armed guards patrolling in front of his place, and his eyes set far away to the horizon, towards the calm water, extremely different to the rough sea behind his bungalow…. It was clear, and from the broad balcony on the second story of the bungalow, he could see all the compound, towards the wooden barracks of his crew, and some sheds, looking rickety, unattended, where from it he saw some of his crew drag naked female captives, some by their hair, some with the leash they tied those captive’s neck that struggles to walk straight just to make the noose on their neck loosen so they were able to breathe….

Some were forced to walk, despite the obvious tiredness, those women's bodies were shown, as they repeatedly fell to the ground, just to be forced to get back up, with the kicks from the pirates, or the hard yanks on their hair to force those women to get up on their feet and started to walk wobbly, before fall back to the ground as those pirates shoved their boot to those female derriere, and make those battered women body have to taste the rough ground before them….

She could hear the wailing of the women as his crew sadistically abused those women….

Meanwhile, in front of his naked crotch as the silk robe spread by the wind, the woman’s face was desperate, having the man’s limp pole on her face, yet she obediently removed her hand from her back, then grasping the semi-erect shaft of the man, and then started to suck the head of his pole before forcing his entirety deep down to her sore throat, making her throat irritate more….

God… this is so revolting… She thought, trying so hard to swallow every drop of his secretion produced from his bladder…. Even though she was accustomed to the degradation by the man, she kept on crying in her heart, struggling with the fact she was degraded, debased, lower than a human being….

Her memory of when she once was a free woman still lingers, and it makes her days in that hell worsen….

Yet, she could do nothing but now lower her body, prostrated in front of the man until her breasts crushed to her thighs, like the balasana pose, and she spoke with trembling voice…

“Thank you master for giving this slave the chance to wet her lips….”

She tries so hard to keep away her tears as she feels her eyes water. The man hates it when they shed their tears except when he is the one who directly inflicted the pain to their body as he abused them repeatedly…. Despite the fact that it had crossed her mind that death might be the best option, but hearing the begging and yelling of the woman thrown over the railing, frightened her….

The man said nothing but closed to the woman lying on her back, whose eyebrows showed desperation, knowing that worse was about to come….

“Ngggghhhh!’ She yelped under her gag as the man rested her bottom, sitting on her back thighs, crushing her thighs to her chest, and his weight crushed her back to an agonizing pain against the washboard under her back…..

She tries to struggle, but her bounds and the addition of the heavy man's weight make her effort fruitless…. And her pain increases as the man leans on her calves, making her knees press her chest even more…. She feels like she was crushed under a heavy rock as the man comforts himself over her suffering….

While the man comforted himself, the woman who was prostrate before him then rose and started to crawl on all fours, before positioning herself in her prostrate position once again, perpendicular to the man….

“Nggghhhhh…” she grunted softly as she felt his heavy legs rest on her back, that made her effort to stay still become harder with the additional weight on her back….

The girl on the left winches as the man put his crystal glass hard, the alligator clamp pulled tighter, hurting her n*****s even more, before he adds the ice and poured another scotch to his glass that he raise and sip as he leans back, resting his back on the girl’s calves, hurting the girl below his bottom even more….

Another huff released the smoke from his mouth before he saw that the ash of his cigar was about to fall, then he extended his hand to his right…

The girl on his right looked frightened as the lighted cigar closed on her…. The ember of the ash radiates the heat as the ash is now above her tilted head, above her forced open mouth…..

“NNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!!” She yelled in pain as the ash of the cigar fell into her open mouth…. Her eyes shut and shed the tears of pain and agony as the embers of the ash burned her tongue and throat… Her nails whitened as they drove into her palm as she had endured the pain the man gave her….

But the man ignores the squirms, yelping, wailing of the young women…. On the contrary, their pain makes good music for his ear….

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His heavy body, his bronze skin sweats from the sun that bathe his body as the man closed his eyes, relaxing himself, enjoying the moment until his ear hears steady footsteps approaching….

He opened his eyes, his once softened face quickly turned hard…..

“Yes…?!” He asked the figure standing next to him…. A menacing soldier in his camouflage pants, heavy boots with a sweat-covered t-shirt covering his dark-colored skinned upper body….. His weapon ready on his arms….

“Your brother has been spotted, he was approaching….” He said while his eyes looked towards the chair his leader used….

Murad huffs his cigar once again, harder this time and then….

“NGGGGAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” The girl on the right screams from her forcefully wide-opened mouth as the man put out his cigar on her left breast, adding more to the burn patches already existed there crying her hear out….

“She can go….” Murad gestured with his chin towards the cigar girl… “You have ten minutes with the chair…. Then set them” Murad said as he stood up and walked inside his room….

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“No…. Please….. Spare me…. Let me satisfy you instead…. Please, sir…. Please…” Plead the cigar girl after she was released from her bounds.... Her shin turned purple after a long period being crushed on the washboard like a plank, winching because the man grabbed her by her breast, which still hurt after being used to putting out the cigar….. And the soldier used that burned breast as his anchor as he dragged her weak body towards the fence…..

“Hey boys!’ He shouts, which makes the four guards down below look up towards the soldier..... Smiles on their faces as the man lifted the cigar girl by her throat and tossed her to the man down below….

The other girls shivered, trembling in fear as they heard the yelling, slapping, punching, kicking, yelping, begging of the girl down below in the yard, and because they could feel the soldier was approaching….. And he has Murad’s blessing….

“Mmmmmmpppphhhh….”

The chair girl trembles when she feels the man’s hand touching, rubbing her things, close to her exposed vulva, and then she feels the man forcing himself on her….

The pain in her back was excruciating, as the man put his weight on her and pounded her mercilessly. She felt that her backbones were about to break as her back rocked back and forth as the result of the hard pounding, and her pain jolted when the man pulled his hard pole and decided to use the passage on her body which was not meant to be used for intercourse….

The girl squeals under her gag, feeling her rectum ache, because of the man’s hard erect shaft that she feels chaffing the wall of her rectum….

His pounding made the pain in her spine become more unbearable, she felt that her spine was about to crack as it was pushed against the washboard-shaped plank below her…. And what makes his action more revolting to the girl, who can feel the man switching between her anus and her love canal casually, trying to feel both passages on her crotch, just to satisfy his dirty needs…..

The other two girls were sobbing, they could feel the pain the chair girl had to endure, and they were sobbing because they knew that eventually they too would be in her place…..

And they were right….

At the last minute, the man pulled his erect shaft from the chair girl's vulva and shoved it forcefully into the scotch girl’s mouth, who couldn’t do anything but to gag as the man pounded her mouth brutally, choking her throat as he grab the back of her head, pressing it hard against his crotch as he buried his shaft deep into her throat…..

The soldier then up the women that begs and pleads at him, so now the chair girl becomes the cigar girl, the scotch girl become the chair, and the table girl becomes the scotch girl….

He then entered the room and walked towards the sobbing girl, curling, frightened as she heard him standing next to her....

Slash!

The girl gasped as the sharp edge of the soldier’s blade was just an inch away from her face, cutting the leash on her neck and then he said….

“You know what to do…. Better be ready, before Murad returns, b***h!” He said, kicking the girl's stomach, which made the girl cough and trying to get her breath before, with fear and desperation. She crawls, flat on the floor, towards the balcony, to meet the other sobbing girl and then kneels against the fence, with her knees shoulders width apart, putting her hands clasped together behind her back, palm to elbow, and tries to keep her back straight, sobbing as she waits the head of the pirates to return to his bedchamber with another unlucky girls…..

****

“Gaaaaggghh! Gaaaggghhhh! Gaaaaaggghhh!”

At the dock Abigail jolted up, her lungs felt burning as her nose inhaled a strong ammoniac odor….

Her eyes opened and tears ran down from her eyes as the effect of the strong odor just to see the menacing pirate laugh at her as he put a small flask filled with smelling salt back in his pocket…

Her cough was gagged, and then she realized that her mouth was stuffed with some kind of fabric….

God… what is this thing…? So revolting….. She thought about trying to figure out what kind of fabric that was forced on her mouth to gag her mouth and felt a rugged rope was tied around her mouth, keeping the fabric inside her mouth….

She could feel her hands bound behind her back, and her ankles were tied together….

She tries to get away from the man who grabs her body and throws her off the boat, making her body slam into the wooden jetty….

Laughter erupts from the team as they see the girl squirming like an eel out of water, trying to get away from them, back to the ocean….

Aaaaaaghhhh….. No….. Staooop….. Let me go…..It hurts…. Aaaaghhh…. My breasts….! Her scream was muffled as she was dragged by the man who pulled the leash that was tied to her bound ankles along the jetty… It was painful because she was dragged with her breasts scrapped on the rough jetty wood…

Aaaaggghhhhh Stoooopppp! He skins me alive! She thought as the wood turned to gravel sands as they came from the sea, and went into the island….

Her eyes widened with fear when she saw naked, dirty, beaten, unkempt women looking at her with pity and sadness, as they were forced to do hard labor, being abused, and punished in inhumane ways, while the pirates cheered the team, as if they were victors of that brought loots from their venture….

She was frightened when she saw the lustful sight of the pirates who shouted

Fresh meat!

She closed her eyes, hoping that this was all just a nightmare and praying….

God….! Help me….!

****

She felt like all her skin was skinned as she was dragged across the island, and she was rolling along the way so both of her front and back sides tasted the gravelly surface of the island until they reached the bungalow where the leash was dropped, so her feet now slammed to the ground, allowing her to curl, trying to ease the pain in her body…..

She was in horror as she saw the body of a badly bruised and beaten woman, who was barely alive, with her breast filled with burn marks lying on the ground, next to her….

And then she heard one of the guards…. The very guard that had just emerged from the bungalow calls to the towering man….

“Burhan…. Follow me.... Please.....”

The tone of the soldier makes the towering man groan a little, but say nothing but to follow the soldier, dragging Abigail and the duffle bags inside the bungalow towards the one door where the soldier opened, and shows a stairs that leads towards the basement….

“Boss awaits…..” he said, which made Burhan huff a little before going down alone, along with his prized loot, while the soldier closed the door behind the man….