The Great Enslavement1

Description

In a world gone mad, extremists have warped Islamic teachings and beliefs, triumphed over the good guys, and taken over the world. After destroying all males, apart from their chosen ones, they impose their twisted laws upon the female population. All non-believers have become the property of the victors, to be used however they wish to use them.

Squads of former soldiers, called harvesters, rove the defeated countries, collecting the finest of the females and eliminating those deemed undesirable. Under the harsh control of these new masters, life for the captured women is degrading and often painful.

Caught in this dragnet is Shannon, whose beauty stands out above the others. At auction, she attracts the attention of a powerful man in the new order, and she is dragged into his life of debauchery and worse, and then she becomes part of his nefarious plans to gain more power.

Book one of a trilogy

51,400 words

Excerpt:

It was still night when the train jerked to a halt. It had to be at some town or another because light came creeping into their prison. There came voices and sounds of movement but the door stayed closed. None of the women inside spoke but all were wondering if they had reached their destination. Shannon figured they were simply refueling the engine and would again be on their way. There was no way they could have reached any of the auction centers in the short time they had been traveling.

She was right. Wished she were not, but after half an hour the train jerked again and rolled out of the station. A couple of the women whined but none spoke. What was there to say? Maybe a curse or two aimed at their captors, but little else would be worth the effort.

When the trip started, she had tried to work the ropes off her wrists. Twisting her hands, she tried to find the knots but whoever had bound her knew what he was doing. The knots were well out of her reach. Eventually she stopped trying. As the horrid night progressed, it became harder and harder to stay awake. Not that she could have slept. If she nodded off, the chain around her neck jerked her awake when she slumped. The floor beneath her bare feet was dirty and slippery. Even so, she would have been happy to sink down there and close her eyes for some needed sleep. It was most unpleasant being forced to stand all night.

As the long ordeal continued, she shivered. The single piece of clothing she had been given was hardly sufficient against the cold night air. Had they not been chained so far apart, they might have been able to press their bodies together for warmth. But even that small comfort was denied them.
That they might be always treated so cruelly was a most depressing thought. As was the thought that their only purpose in life was to be a sex toy for strange men. And extremely cruel men, if the stories were even half true. And their current treatment certainly hinted at that.

Her body trying to refresh itself, she found herself slipping into a half sleep state, not true restful sleep at all. It was in such a state that she missed the stopping of the train. What awoke her was sunlight rushing onto her face when the door was jerked open. The car was facing east and the early morning rays blinded them. When they could see again, it was to witness five men place a ramp on the door and walking in. They were, of course, dark skinned Arabs, some dressed in military garb, others in the traditional Arab thawb or robe. In some ways it resembled the shifts that had been put on the women, but the sleeves were long and the garment descended to the ankles, where the women’s revealed all of their legs.

One by one, the women were unchained from the ceiling and led to the ramp where they were ordered to walk down. When her neck was freed, Shannon took a step and slipped on the wet floor, falling down. The man grabbed her arm and jerked her back to her feet, towards the door and almost threw her out. She stumbled down the ramp. Outside, she could see all three cars disgorging bound women to be collected in a group on a wooden platform. Little could be seen of the town or city, just the tops of a few buildings protruding over the station’s roof. A dozen men stood around the group, holding rifles and grinning at the sight of so much bare flesh. Not that the dirty, ragged women looked very good at that point. When the last of them were unloaded, the group was ordered into a single file line and marched away from the train tracks. Their destination was a parking lot behind the station building. Several trucks stood in a line, apparently awaiting them.
But they were not loaded onboard immediately. First, the line was formed up at the side of the station where a water hose was used to clean each woman down. When it was Shannon’s turn, she cringed at the blast of cold water. The man holding the hose took particular delight in hosing down breasts and directing the stream up under their shifts, striking their pussies.

As each was finished with the rude shower, she was made to stand in line before the first truck. Shannon was not the only one shivering in the early morning air. The wet garment clung to her body and the air was cold to begin with. All of them were shivering. A few were weeping.

As the last of the girls were hosed down, there came an incident that served to teach the women a lesson. One of them, a small brunette, took advantage of a gap between some of the guards and made a break for the building across the parking lot. Immediately a guard brought his rifle to his shoulder and aimed at the running girl. But the man next to him put a hand on the rifle and spoke a few words. The guard handed his rifle off and took off running after the girl.

It was a contest she could not win. Running barefoot and with her hands tied behind her, she was no match for the soldier. He caught her long before she reached the edge of the lot. Picking her up and tucking her under one arm, he began walking back to the group. The girl was kicking and squirming and yelling at him but to no avail. His strong arm held her pressed against his hip. There came an exchange of comments between the guards, sounding humorous and with much grinning. When the pair reached the group again, the woman was not simply thrown back in line. Instead, another man came walking up. From the deference shown him by the others, he must have been in charge.

The guard set the girl on her feet and stood there, holding her by her wet hair and bare arm. The officer, or whatever he was, looked her up and down, grinning evilly. With a burst of Arabic, he gave orders. Instantly the guards jumped to obey.

The original man, plus three others, surrounded the girl. Her shift was torn off, making her cry out at the sudden pain. She struggled and tried to kick but was easily held by the far stronger men. The ropes on her wrists were untied, then immediately retied but with the wrists parallel, not crossed. More ropes were produced and used to bind her elbows tightly together. From the tone of the comments, the men apparently found the way that binding made her breasts stick out both amusing and enjoyable.
But her ordeal was far from over with just the binding of her arms and nudity. The officer came up with a length of thick hemp rope in his hand. That he gave to the first man, who accepted it with a vicious grin. He doubled the rope twice so that it was only three feet long. Meanwhile, the other men lifted the struggling woman off the ground, turned her over and held her upside down. Her ankles were grabbed tightly and the men took a step backwards, forcing her legs to spread. When the man with the rope approached her, she was inverted and her legs formed a wide Vee.
Without warning, the doubled up rope came down hard directly on her exposed sex. She screamed, and the men had to exert their male strength to prevent her closing her legs.

Twice more the rope was used as a whip directly on her most private and tender place. She screamed each time, a horrid testimony to nearly unendurable pain. The guard with the rope paused to look at the officer. At his nod, he turned back to the inverted girl and delivered three more harsh blows. At the third one, she did not scream. She had fainted.