property is stolen & recovered

His pace was slow & measured not wishing to tire out his slightly overburdened mules. She stumbled after him, tethered in her chador. Her feet burning slightly on the hot rocky sand. She was trying to walk on the bottom of the chador as much as possible to protect the soles of her feet. But this in turn kept catching & causing her to stumble every few paces or so. If he had noticed her difficulties, he didnt seem to care. In actual fact, they were irrelevant to him. After a couple of hours he stopped to rest for a few minutes, after he had watered his horse then the mules, he gave her a bowlful of water. She drank it dumbly grateful for the water, he didn’t converse with her, simply replaced her covering while he smoked a cigarette in the shade of one the mules. All too soon they were underway again.
He hadn’t noticed the probing eyes from inside one of the taverns this morning. Not been aware of hostile avaricious intent. He had come to a stony pass, the track being quite narrow, one side a high wall of rock, on the other a deep ravine. The track across was blocked a wagon hanging precariously over the edge. He hailed the two men struggling to pull the wagon back from teetering, starting to dismount from his horse. Too late he caught a glimpse of the shadow above. The heavy stone disk slung, from above hit him full on, on the side of the head, he toppled instantly, falling lifeless down into the ravine. The bandit wound his sling up & climbed down the cliff, looking over the edge of the ravine he saw Marcus’s lifeless body below.
She started screaming, shrieking with fear, squirming & fighting her bound wrists.
“Shutup girl” A swift cuffing slap across her face stunned her into silence.
Trembling uncontrollably she was seized and stripped of the chador, rough cruel eyes assessed her curves, a probing finger, confirmed she was still white silk. He lifted her eyes to his, probing deep into her lovely blue eyes, she was suddenly very, very still.
“Blonde & white silk, quite delightful!”
He let her head drop she lowered her eyes quickly too numb with fear to mumble anything.
“We’ll open your legs tonight, slut” He laughed.
“Yes Master” She sobbed.
She was roughly gagged with what seemed to her a quite enormous ball-pecker gag. The violating, protuberance completely filling her mouth. It was attached inside the leather bag that she was hooded roughly inside. The thick leather hood buckling shut around her neck, the tightness of the hood holding the gag firmly in place. She was terrified & utterly compliant. Her wrists were still bound behind her, her ankles were lashed closely together with her former lead. She was then casually tossed over a muscular shoulder & flung inside the now upright wagon. She landed next to another girl, also hooded but chained rather than bound who squirmed blindly out of the way, making room for her. There was a muffled gagged cry of confusion, from the other girl, the girl formerly known as Karen whimpered back fearfully. He pushed both of them face down in the wagon.
“Silence sluts” He barked, there was silence.
The man closed the wagon cover and the three men sized up the haul, on the mules. Satisfied they set off again down the track further into the heat of the desert. The pace was quick and eager to be away from the scene of the crime. They chatted as they rode. The wagon ride was bumpy & uncomfortable, neither girl dared to lift their faces from the floor. The girl formerly named Karen fearfully waiting her fate. Both dreading the wagon stop for the night.
Day turned to evening & the light fading, they finally neared the spring, tired & aching, the men were stretching & laughing, as they began to relax. Suddenly he was there, a flash of steel, the horrible sucking sound of a blade being pulled from flesh, a shout of fear then the sigh of death. The second mans throat was already cut as the third springing into action way too late, trying to get round behind their assailant, a swift violent stab & he too slumped lifelessly to the ground. Marcus rooted through the men’s clothes for any paperwork or identification, pocketing that & any money he found. He cut all three heads from the bodies, tossing the heads into a leather sack, leaving the bodies to be devoured by the desert insects, there would be small bounty for killing the outlaws.
He had seen the stone a split second before it hit him, turned his head enough to turn the fatal blow to a glancing one. Still it had stunned him & his fall had been genuine. He’d fallen from siege towers before, knew how to relax & roll, the drop had merely winded him. He’s lain only a couple of minutes as his robbers moved away, then set off to intercept them. He had been running all day across the desert, to flank them, with every step his head was pounded, adrenalin making him more & more angry fuelling him.
They were bandits, scum, had left him for dead, cowards. He wiped his blade on one of the men’s clothing, & spat on the body. Mounted one of the horses and spurred the other horses & mules into life. The two girls had listened to the struggle, helpless & powerless, not knowing who was fighting whom. They were merely property.
He arrived at the spring & dismounted. Looking inside the wagon he was not unpleasantly surprised to see 2 slaves, amongst the other loot.
He unhooded the blonde first, she looked up at him sobbing thankful for his presence.
“Master” she whispered “You rescued this girl, came back for her”
“Don’t be silly girl, I came for my valuable goods.” He indicated the cargo on the mules.
Her eyes stung with tears but she was still incredibly happy.
He unbound her limbs, she kissed at his hands & arms.
“Thank you Master”
“Go and fetch water & begin preparing my food”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
She rushed off to obey, full of relief. She watched him over her shoulder, as he unhooded the other girl. She was dark haired, but pale & blue eyed. He took a good look at her, voluptuous she was about 19. Veiled & wearing a tiny skirt wrap & bikini top, in glossy transparent yellow, talender yellow, her garments were fringed with worthless ornamental coins.
“I hope you aren’t white silk as well girl.”
“No Master this girl has served all three men all & every night, since they stole her from her fathers caravan.”
“Excellent.” He said pushing the gag back into her mouth, watching as her pupils dilated, prettily over the gag.
He hooded her again & leaving her still chained, put her face down on the floor, to rape her, enthusiastic & forcefully expending his adrenalin in his pleasure. The blonde watched appalled & jealous, she wanted to run to him to kiss him beg to serve him with her. Tearfully too timid & self conscious she started preparing his food. He finished with the girl quickly then sent her to help while he bathed in the water. They whispered hellos & greetings. When the food was cooking he permitted them both to toilet & then bathe quickly in the water. The two slaves were given a bowl of water each & a coarse grainy biscuit between them, the horses & mules got two each.
She had previously been called yasmin, he permitted her to keep the name, needless to say that wasn’t the name she bore in her fathers caravan, slavegirls are always renamed. The blonde girl still wasn’t permitted a name.
After he had eaten he lit a hash pipe & yasmin crept between his legs to please her new owner, the blonde girl fetched wine & more hash while he enjoyed yasmin’s soft lips. He watched the earth girl illuminated by the camp fire, curiously. She was blushing & squirming sweetly with embarrassment, though every chance she got she glanced over at yasmin’s service. How reserved she was, yet how ripe her coyness made her, earth girls make such helpless slaves once their inhibitions have been taken from them.
He thoroughly enjoyed yasmin in his bedding that night, when he had finished with her he called the blonde over to join them. She cuddled up to his side. Yasmin reached out & held her hand in hers, with sticky fingers. On impulse the blonde lifted the soaked fingers to her lips & kissed them. Yasmin pressed her veiled lips softly on his still semi erect penis & smiled knowingly at her new sister. He grunted in his half sleep.
She squirmed pressing her thighs together, aching for the morning.