The Trafficked

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The Colonel sat on his bed in his shorts, his back resting against the rattan headboard. It would not let him sleep. His skin was bathed in old and new sweat. His bony chest rose and fell rapidly. He chewed the inside of his lips and they needed continually wetting. Comfort stood at the end of the bed, waiting. Maya sat in the corner of the room. He stroked his member as he sat watching Maya. It grew hard.

‘What’s the matter, Comfort? You look tense.’

Comfort had worked out who Maya was. After her meeting with Wednesday, her mind had been troubled, and slowly the pieces had fallen into place and she had remembered the face of someone she had called a friend. She had seen Brandon take the wrapped sheet containing Wednesday’s body and she knew he was heading towards the ravine and that Wednesday’s body was destined to feed the animals in the marshes. It would be devoured by the crawling creatures. Sadness consumed her now, sadness and desperation and a screaming anger that made her heart beat furiously. Comfort always had that anger in her, that’s how she had been able to hurt Peanut. Most of the time she could shut her mind to it, but now memories came back of her horrible childhood, of her father who had beaten and molested her, and of the Colonel who had used her as a toy and then discarded her. The only sweetness in her childhood memories were the days when she had played with Wednesday, when the older girl had looked after her until the day she had been rescued and Comfort was left behind. Now she hated the Colonel more than she had ever done before. She looked at Maya and saw herself sitting in that chair all those years ago.

‘You know who came to see me?’ He smiled. ‘You remember Wednesday?’

Comfort knew better than to try and lie to the Colonel. She nodded.

‘Never thought you’d see her again when the priests took her, did you?’

She shook her head.

‘No one ever escapes me, Comfort. You should know that. Now she has paid the ultimate price for disobeying me. Come here, Comfort. Come to me. It’s been a long time since you slept in my bed, since I have a new little girl to play with. Does she look familiar, Comfort?’

Comfort turned and looked at the child sitting in the corner of the room. She nodded.

He laughed. ‘And what will happen to little Maya now?’ He looked over at her. She stared back. ‘I suppose I will have to bring her up like my own-but then I do own her. I own you all.’ He laughed. ‘I will have her like I had her mother and I had you.’

‘Please-Kano, please, I beg you not to.’

As Comfort spoke the words, she knew she had overstepped the mark. It was like looking into the red-rimmed eyes of the devil.

He moved down the bed a little and made himself comfortable. He straightened his throbbing cock inside his pants. The Shabu gave him a hard penis like when he had been a teenager. It ached for relief, but it took him a long time to get it.

‘I am feeling generous today, Comfort. Take off your clothes and come over here.’

Comfort did as she was told. She crawled naked onto the bed and knelt beside him.

‘Turn around. I want to see if you taste the same as you did as a child.’

Comfort turned her back to him and swung her leg across his lap. She looked at Maya. Maya was hiding behind the chair. She saw Maya’s eyes staring, horrified. The Colonel held onto Comfort’s thighs and pulled her sex to his mouth. Comfort shut her eyes tight. His mouth was hard, always hard; even his tongue was angry and aggressive. He reached down and removed his shorts, kicking them off the bed with his foot.

‘No hands.’ He fed his cock into her mouth. He picked up a length of cord and pulled Comfort’s hands together behind her back, tying them tightly. ‘Just mouth.’

His cock was hard and huge in her mouth. Her mouth wouldn’t open wide enough to take it in.

He pressed his hands to either side of her skull and held it in a vice. He kept her head straight as he forced his cock deeper into her mouth. Comfort began to struggle. She was squealing in pain as he began chewing her as if she were a juicy peach. He could taste the blood in his mouth. He pulled at her sex with his teeth. Eeeee. She sounded like a donkey as she tried to breathe and scream. Then Awwwww as her body shuddered. He had to hold her hard. She was strong and she fought hard against his grip, but she wasn’t able to move more than an inch: her knees were jammed to his sides, her hands tied. Eeeee Awwww Eeeee Awwww. It made him smile. His balls twitched but he knew it would take him time. He held onto her head and pushed deeper. He could feel the back of her throat now, she was gagging, her teeth grated around his cock, but he wasn’t all in yet. He wanted that hot mouth to be around the whole of his shaft. Comfort fought harder than ever. She was passing out. Hot pee covered the Colonel’s face. It stung his eyes. Fucking bitch. He pushed her legs away from his face and knelt over her. Picking her head up in his hands he held onto it with a vice-like grip and glared at her-mad angry, but too excited to lose his way now. He had to finish it. He lifted her head from the bed and forced his cock deep into her mouth, pausing only to look at her. Her eyes bulged in her face, frantic. Her mouth was splitting at the sides-she stared at him in terror as he grinned back.

‘So scared, aren’t you, Comfort? I told you-you are worth nothing in this world. I own you. I can do whatever I want to you. You and that little girl over there.’ He flicked his eyes towards Maya. ‘You watching? It’ll be your turn to please me soon. In fact, I think your time has come…’

He laughed. The thought of having the child made him much nearer to climax. He grinned down at Comfort, her face turning blue, her bulging eyes drifting.

‘Just one more inch. Open wide.’

He held onto the back of her head, pushed hard and felt her teeth jam against the thick base of his shaft. Just there-that’s the place… His cock was wedged inside her throat at an angle, its tip was touching the smooth sides of her trachea. He held onto her skull and squeezed it to him with both hands as he clenched his buttock muscles and thrust hard. He felt his abdomen tighten, twitch, spasm. It was coming now, relief, then he would be able to sleep. He lunged forward, pressed her head to him as hard as he could. Three massive thrusts and the Colonel threw his head back and bellowed to the ceiling in his painful ecstasy as he pumped his load into her throat. He rested there for a few minutes, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his forehead. He felt her motionless beneath him. Her head was heavy now in his hands. He relaxed his grip a little and looked at her. Her hair was wet with his sweat, her eyes were staring straight ahead. Her face was dark. Her mouth had stretched so that it had split in the corners and fresh pink blood was smeared on her face.

He held her by the hair as he tentatively eased himself out of her mouth. He was so sensitive now. Her teeth had hurt. It was a long way back. He lay down on the bed. Now he was so tired and so cold. It always took so much blood to fill that big cock, it left him as weak as a baby afterwards.

He lay there, his chest rising and falling at last, but still he was not to be granted sleep. He tried closing his eyes but they would not stay shut. The Shabu was not sated. He looked over at Maya.

‘Come, princess, you will have your turn. Come here and lie with me.’ He beckoned with his hand. Maya, still hiding behind the chair, shook her head.

‘I said come’.

She slid out from behind the chair and walked slowly forward; her huge eyes were on Comfort. He pulled her onto the bed and laid her next to him. Comfort was in the way now. He had had enough of sharing his bed with her. He bent his knees towards his chest then pushed her hard with both feet. Comfort shot off the end of the bed. From the direction of the floor he heard her retching and coughing as she vomited.

‘So, you decided to spit and not swallow this time?’ His head went back and rested on the wall behind him as he laughed his lunatic laugh. ‘Now get the fuck back to work.’

He left his head resting where it was, on the wall. He was exhausted, so spent, but still he felt the stirrings start. He ran his hand up Maya’s leg.

‘Come here, baby, come to me.’

He lifted her onto his lap. There was a banging at the door.

‘Colonel, you need to come.’ It was Brandon. ‘The place is crawling with Chinamen. It’s starting.’