Abducting Heidi

e of fright. Her mind raced back to how she had ended up in this nightmare. The vile Edward Pembroke, with his cold eyes and cruel smile, had crossed her path in Istanbul. She had sold him the

Reflexively, her anus relaxed, and an *n*l bead plopped onto the floor. 'Oh, that's one bead!' Mrs. Al-Haraz announced with a smirk. 'She bit me! She bit me! It's not fair!' Zeynip wailed, wriggling her fingers and toes in pai

ut. 'Two now, eleven minutes gone, three minutes to go!' Mrs. Parker called out, feeling a pang of sympathy for Zeynip. The biting and licking all over her body seemed like cheating, but Mrs. Al-Haraz and Clare's ruthless tactics only endeared them to the Yemeni woman's wicked sensibilities Clare had thre

ker said with a hint of concern. 'Just two more minutes-keep your bum tight!' Clare moved her lips over Zeynip's right *ss cheek, sucking a mouthful of flesh into her mouth. She sank her teeth deep into the soft tissue, biting down hard as if trying to make her teeth meet through the flesh. Her eyes hovered just centimeters from Zeynip's *ssh*l*, ready to po

hat moment of relaxation, her bumhole gave way, no match for the determined suction of Clare's mouth and tongue. 'One left! Clare, you've got just under a minute! How exciting!' Mrs. Parker exclaimed, her voice brimming with anticipation. 'Come on, Zeynip, hold on!' Clare returned to biting, rolling the tender flesh of the poor Turkish girl's buttocks

voice filled with fear, desperation, and despair. 'She bit me, I didn't bite her. She bit into my skin-it's not fair, please, please, just have some humanity, please!' Her pleas trailed off into sobs, her body shaking with the weight of her anguish. 'Well done, Clare,' Mrs. Al-Haraz smirked. 'Good initiative-you used your mouth, and that was the r

ng. 'Now, Clare,' Mrs. Al-Haraz said as she released Clare's wrists. Clare rubbed her arms, feeling the tension ease. 'You will deliver the twenty strokes-on the back of the legs, the buttocks, and the back. Any strike not strong enough will not only be repeated but will also be inflicted on you as well, so do it right. Understand?' Clare nodded, exhausted. She swallow

n, exhaustion, and the unsettling emptiness in her gaping bumhole. But there was also a sense of dreadful anticipation-the awareness of the pain to come and the horrid unfairness of it all. Clare felt the weight of the cane in her hand as it was handed to her. For once, she was to be the torturer, with the two older women watching her intently, and the two men continuing to observe impassively. She glanced around at the faces of the captives in the ce

d to hear screams and see clear red lines on the flesh. Now, start again. You won't be helping Zeynip by going easy on her-it will just mean she gets hit again, and so will you.' Clare closed her eyes and cursed the two evil witches before her, the freaks who guarded them, and the vile Edward Pembroke who had snatched her life away to subject her to this torment. She cursed her own stupidity and questioned why God had chosen this cruel fate for her. Why? What had she done to deserve this? W

nd face an even worse fate than Zeynip. She hated herself for overthinking, but there was no point in going further. Reluctantly, she handed over the cane. 'Thank you, Clare,' Mrs. Al-Haraz said coldly. 'That was at least twenty-three strikes, but you did well. Now, get back in the cell.' Clare sobbed quietly as Mrs. Parker escorted her back to the cell, gently stroking her sore bottom. When Clare snapped the older woman's hand away, Mrs. Park

m of the box, the searing pain flared up again, ripping through her like fire. It was quickly followed by the sharp sting of a snake bite on her breast. Zeynip's eyes widened in terror as she saw the cold, black eyes of the snake slithering over her upturned breast, its forked tongue flicking ominously toward her. Like a jolt of electricity, she thrashed around, her hands flying to her face, trying to cover her mouth and eyes from the slimy invaders as she felt them slithering a

houted, desperately hoping that something-whether the devil or God-would deliver her from this nightmare or simply end it. This was beyond wha