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In nineteenth century Ireland, Erin Fitzpatrick was a bright young
women with a scientific curiosity. But when her wealthy father died
and his business partner is mysteriously named heir, she is arrested
on trumped up charges and spirited away by ship before she can
protest. Sold as a naked slave girl on the Barbary Coast, she must
try to survive while learning the wicked sexual practices of her brutal
Arab captors. Her life will be like a cork on a storm-tossed storm
now, at the mercy of all she comes across, owned by cunning Arab,
cruel English, and stern African masters, she will eventually end up in
faraway America, as a white slave on a plantation.


He wanted her to dance.

Erin had simply not understood, at first, his words or his motions, and
had desperately tried to.

It had been several days now. She had started to get used to the
disgusting perversions in which she was required to engage. Erin's
knees were sore from all the time spent kneeling before him, licking at
the head of his cock, sucking on his testicles and taking his manhood
into her mouth.

Unlike the British ship things were clean here, and she was kept clean,
washed twice a day by the large, fat man. She was also given decent
food and clean water to eat. She slept on a small cushioned pad on the
floor near the captain's bunk, or at least, she supposed he was the
captain, as he appeared to be in charge.

He always took her from behind, like an animal, and she wondered if the
Arabs had ever heard of lovemaking face to face. Not, of course, that
she was any expert, but she had often heard tell that that was the most
common way.

She wore nothing, and many men came and went through the course of the
day, their eyes ravishing her. She was almost beginning to get used to
that too. When the captain had no use for her the Fat man tried to
teach her their language. He would point at something, and then say a
word, and she would say it after him, again and again. She learned many
words; bunk, floor, wall, roof, lamp, window, ship, man, woman, cock,
vagina, breasts, go and come, stand and sit and kneel, eat and drink,
and others among them.

She was not permitted to stand, but must crawl about like a dog. She
must eat from plates set on the floor without using her hands and must
kneel patiently on all fours as the fat man washed her.

Now there was a new word. Dance. And she was not at all sure what to
do. She had not stood up in several days, and was frightened of being
beaten if she did so now.

But the man, the captain, grasped her by the hair and slowly pulled
until Erin was forced to stand up. It felt decidedly odd, and she
swayed weakly as the ship swayed, having no balance. He released her,
and gestured, and she stared back anxiously, not knowing what to do.

He glared and spoke again, clapping his hands, and she shook her head
and shrugged helplessly. Glowering, he slapped her face and her cheek
grew hot. He called out, and the fat man came in, then grasped her by
the hair and forced her back to all fours. Pulling roughly on her hair,
he forced the gasping, moaning girl to crawl quickly out of the big
cabin.

"But I don't know how what he wants!" she cried.

She had an idea, for dancing was something which had always caught her
mind. But there were no dances which one danced alone, no dances
without music, no dances she could think of which the Captain would
like.

She was led into another room, and up to a low box, bent belly-down
across it. Then the fat man drew out a sleek rod no wider than his
middle finger, but as long as his arm. He grasped the hair behind
Erin's head with one hand, then brought the rod down across her
upraised buttocks.

The pain was extraordinary, and she screamed and thrashed wildly. But,
of course, there was no resisting the big man. The rod slashed down
across her bottom again, and again, and then again, as her screams
turned to gut-wrenching sobs, and the pain flared higher and hotter
with every blow.

When he finished she sat back, sobbing, rubbing her bottom, tears
covering her face as he scowled down at her and spoke words she did not
understand.

He went away, leaving her alone for a few minutes. She tried to twist
her upper body around to examine her bottom. It felt torn and broken,
but she felt no blood, and saw nothing but the edge of dark welts.

Then the fat man returned, leading a small, thin, older man who carried
a strange looking device. The older man licked his lips admiringly as
he gazed at her, then sat down on an overturned box and put the strange
thing, a long wooden rod of sorts, into his mouth. He began to blow,
and it made the strangest sorts of sounds, an odd, eerie wailing that
rose and fell in dark, eastern rhythm.

The fat man clapped his hands to get her attention, then made the word
which she had identified as "do this".

He stood straight, his arms at his sides, then brought his hands out a
bit from his hips. Sniffling, rubbing her eyes, Erin did the same. He
brought his head up, and she did the same. Then, absurdly, his hips
began to - to roll. A part of Erin was revolted, while another part
wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

He glared and barked out the word, and she imitated him, rolling her
hips in time to the - music - if that was what it was. Then his body
began to undulate, his fat belly pushing out, then drawing back, his
chest going out then in. Again Erin imitated him, realizing that he, at
least, understood that she did not know how to dance as the
Captain required.

He shook his hips faster, his belly quivering, and she fought not to
laugh at how absurd he looked. But she did the same. When he slid his
hands slowly up his belly and over his chest she did the same, and when
he began to roll his head bonelessly on his neck she did the same.

They did this for some time before he started to move, stepping
forward, turning slowly. Erin did the same, watching his legs, noting
how unnaturally straight they were. He was far from graceful, but she
was, and she loved to dance.

Concentrating on the dance took her mind off how sore her bottom was,
so she concentrated quite hard.

Soon she was turning and spinning much more swiftly than he was, and he
nodded and clapped his hands in approval. Absurdly, he raised his hands
up his body and beside his head. But Erin understood, and did the same,
sliding her fingers through her long, loose red hair.

She began to embellish the dance now, letting her head twist suddenly
to send her hair flying and swirling. She arched her back, sliding her
hands up her tautly bowed body, and turned to present her bottom,
rolling her hips lewdly, saucily.

When next the captain called for her to dance, Erin danced. It was more
difficult without any music playing, and the captain seemed disinclined
to invite in anyone else to supply music. She danced as best she could,
remembering the tune the man had played on his strange instrument,
trying to avoid another beating.

The captain seemed content, and soon she was on hands and knees as he
rode her hard from behind.

Several days later the ship came ashore, docking in a strange place of
strange sights, smells and sounds.

Erin was bound at wrist and ankle and then stuffed into a tiny cage not
much over a foot and a half high. She was placed on her knees, bottom
high and pressed against the rear of the cage. There she was forced
onto a wooden plug of sorts which was attached to the rear bars. It
forced her rectum open painfully wide as it slid over the
plug, and then as it slipped inside her rectum was able to close again.

Her bottom was thus held high, and her arms were bound behind her
against her back. The bars of the cage pressed against her shoulders
from either side, and her face was pressed up against the fourth, her
mouth gagged by the expedient of shoving a leather ball inside and
tying a strip of leather around her mouth and head.

Men carried the cage up on deck after a while, then across a narrow
gangplank and down to the dock. For a time, the cage sat under the hot
sun atop another large carton, while men came and went, all of them
looking, staring, grinning, leering, laughing. Sometimes one or another
would reach in to grope her before being shouted at and hurrying long
by one of the ship's crew.

Then her cage was carried along the dock by two burly men, and she
moaned weakly, gratefully, as it was set down under a large awning out
of the sun. To one side of her was another cage, only a little larger.
And to her astonishment there was an animal inside, a squirming pig. It
was in approximately the same position as hers, pushed up against a
plug in the rear of the cage, a plug which was stuffed into its
anus.

Was this to keep it from making a mess around it? Was that why she was
similarly "plugged"? Was she little more than an animal to these
people? The thought outraged her, for clearly she was a civilized
person and they were savages, barbarians, Godless heathens.

After a few minutes two more burly men, like the others, stripped the
waste, wearing little more than baggy trousers, lifted her cage and set
it on a wagon, then she was rolled through some sort of main cargo
unloading point, past all manner of gawkers and out into the street.
Face flaming, she tried not to see all the men whose eyes roamed her
body, or the children who laughed and pointed. Worse, perhaps, were the
women, all covered head to two in heavy sheets, whose dark eyes
examined her as she passed.

Then she was under another large awning and being rolled into a barn-
like building. The cage was opened by several sweating men in robes,
and she was gently worked free of the plug, then lifted up and set down
on her knees on a bare stone floor. The men examined her, speaking to
each other, stroking chins consideringly.

A man gripped her hair and forced her up and back onto her heels,
making her back arch as he ran his other hand over her breasts.
One man held her hair from behind. Three more, all bearded, all wearing
robes, looked down at her, their eyes more calculating than
appreciative at the sight before them. Finally, she was led into a
corner, and there her wrists lifted above her head and bound in place.
Her ankles were spread so that her toes barely held contact
with the stone, and then they too were tied in place.

A pair of plump women in black sheets then washed her. At least Erin
supposed they were women. Not even their eyes showed through the
strange dark mesh which covered their faces. They washed her body and
hair brusquely, and thrust their fingers, and then leather tubes into
her sex and anal opening, squirting liquids into her. She was given two
enemas, and then a noxious smelling paste was spread over her groin. It
dried, and then one of the women grasped the end and then pulled
hard.

Erin screamed in pain as the stuff, sticking to her skin, tore what
little pubic hair she had left out by its roots. Her groin felt burned,
afterwards, as she whimpered tearfully.

One of the men came forward, then. He held a kind of metal tag in his
hand, and a strange tool in the other. He bent over and unceremoniously
grasped her left breast, squeezing hard. He placed the tool against her
nipple, and then she screamed as it closed with a crushing bite,
cutting completely through her nipple.

When he pulled the tool back the metal tag was hanging from her nipple
from a metal ring which seemed to have pierced it completely through
from side to side.

She was left in place for some hours, swaying weakly, moaning softly in
the heat, sweating, hurting, legs and feet tired and stiff and hurting,
arms numb. Then a man came for her. He placed a metal collar around her
throat, then untied her wrists. He placed metal shackles on them, drew
them in behind her, and attached a chain which lifted her arms up high
behind her back and was somehow attached to the back of the collar.

Then her ankles were untied and he clipped a length of chain to the
front of the collar. Erin was led out of the small corner she'd
occupied and along a long aisle, an aisle which reminded her of one in
a large barn. There were stalls of sorts to either side, and naked
girls and women sat or lay or knelt in them, all collared, their
collars chained to posts.

Some were little more than girls, some were old and fat. Some many were
dusky skinned, with long black hair. Most were Black, their white eyes
wide and wild.

She was the only white woman she could see as she was led into a stall,
and placed on her knees. The man locked the chain to a post and then
left.

There were low rails along the sides of the stalls, and after a time,
crowds of robed men began to wander through, their voices babbling in
foreign tongues as they moved along the stalls. Groups of them would
stop at certain stalls and look in, chatting, arguing, discussing.

Erin sat miserably on her heels, head low. At first she was shamed, but
her time on the ship had inured her, to some degree, to being seen
naked. And inevitably she began to get used to being viewed. Sometimes
men would clap their hands insistently to get her attention, and she
would raise her head to look at them.

When she stopped responding a man came into the stall and yanked her
head up by the hair to examine her, and afterwards she looked up when
called to.

It became more difficult with the passage of time, however. It was
very, very hot and humid in the large, barn-like building, and Erin was
perspiring heavily, her body sheeted in sweat as she knelt there. The
heat drained away her energy and she sagged weakly, panting for breath,
her hair matted against her skull.

After a time, two men came into the stall and stood over her, speaking
to each other. One pulled her head back by the hair, then dug his
fingers into the sides of her jaw to force her mouth open. All the
while he and the other spoke as if discussing an object.

One nodded, then the chain attached to her collar was removed from the
post and she was pulled to her feet and led along the aisle between
stalls and then into a dark back room. There was a cage there, such as
would be used to hold large dogs. It was much larger than the one she
had arrived in, and when she was pushed to her knees the door was
opened and a slap to her backside indicated she should crawl
inside.

She bent and leaned in, then shifted herself forward on her knees
before turning onto her side. The door was closed and locked with a
large padlock, and the chain was removed from her collar. She was left
alone in the room in the dark for some minutes. The man returned and
lit a candle, then set a tin plate of something she took to be food,
and a bowl of water inside her cage.

She leaned over and drank down the water quickly, then lay back,
panting weakly, exhausted by the heat. She turned onto her back for a
bit, but that proved painful on her shackled wrists and on her back.

She lay on her side, then, as the hours passed in the quiet darkness.
She had no idea where she was or who these people were, apparently
Arabs of some sort, so she supposed she had fetched up on the Barbary
Coast somewhere. Her future, if such was the case, was bleak indeed,
but she was too weary and miserable to put much time into considering
it.

Several more times men arrived in the dark to replenish the water on
her plate. Occasionally they spoke to her, but she had no idea what
they were saying. After many hours a man came for her, reached through
the bars, and attached the chain to her collar. Then the cage door was
opened and he spoke to her as he tugged on the chain. Erin, still
sweating and weary with the heat, got to her knees and crawled out,
then rose as he jerked on the chain.

She followed him out into the larger area, which was now mainly
deserted. It seemed cooler and less humid, and many of the girls were
asleep, many of the stalls empty. She shuffled after the man, who she
now saw to be little more than a boy, out into a courtyard behind the
building.

It was night, or at least, late evening, and dark save for an
occasional torch. The courtyard was largely deserted, save for an
occasional veiled woman carrying packages or water jugs to and from a
lit doorway across the way. She followed the boy because she had no
alternative.

He looked bored, and looked about him and up into the air as if seeking
something more interesting than the task he had apparently been set.
She was led up and down a dirt path, then over to a low fountain where,
by the jerk of his head, he indicated she should drink.

Erin bent and pushed her mouth into the water, but a hand behind her
head thrust her entire head into the water and she gurgled weakly as
she stared into the black depths. She struggled weakly as he held her
head under the water, but was in no position to fight. Her skull began
to pound, her chest to burn, and her desperation for oxygen to grew
more and more frantic.

Finally, with a sharp and painful yank on her hair, her head was pulled
back out of the water, and she gasped for breath, drawing in huge,
shaky lungsful of air. The boy beside her was grinning sadistically as
her chest heaved. He looked around him slyly, then thrust her head back
into the water.

Again she struggled, surrounded by black water, her hips wriggling and
twisting with growing desperation. But again she was held under the
water until her oxygen had almost run out. Then she was yanked back out
of the water to gulp in desperate breaths of air as he held her bent
over, fingers tangled in her wet hair.

He said something to her in a sneering voice, then, after another look
around, plunged her head under the water once more and held her there.
This time he almost held her too long, for when he finally pulled her
out she coughed violently, spitting out the water she had begun to
inhale.

He smirked at her and then pulled her head back and flung her on her
back on the nearby grass. Again he spoke to her in a contemptuous
manner, then, after looking around, motioned for her to rise, and
kicked her in the belly with a sandaled foot.

She groaned and rolled weakly over, but a pull on her hair and the
chain forced her to her feet.

He led her back to the big barn-like building, and then put her back in
her cage in the back room, put water into the bowl, and left.
Erin spent the next several days in the dark room in the cage, doing
little but eating the foul-tasting food they put before her, and
drinking the often stale water, as she gradually began to become
accustomed to the heat.

Every evening she was walked by the boy, whose name, she learned from
hearing him addressed by others, was Abu. Abu did not seem to like his
task, and resented her. He always made her drink from the fountain, and
occasionally shoved her head in, when no one was near, to see how close
he could come to drowning her without actually doing so.

He was sadistic, and would hurt her in many small ways which would not
show. He often pinched her nipples. Once he held his hand over her
mouth, bending her back across the lips of the fountain, and dug the
tips of his nails into her nipples, pinching and twisting them as she
squirmed and twisted and cried out in pain.

Another time he did the same to her clitoris so that she ached between
the legs for days. He often punched her in the belly, as well. He did
not seem to have any kind of sexual interest in her, however, acting
instead like a cruel boy tormenting a helpless cat or rabbit.
After some days she was taken out of the cage in mid-day and into
another room.

There were three large Arab women there, unveiled as no men were
present. Erin's wrists, which had been shackled together to a chain
attached to the back of her collar for some days were finally released
as the collar and shackles were removed. She was placed her on a low
table on her knees and they began to wash her.

As with the fat man on the boat, she was washed inside and out, with a
brusque, thoughtless efficiency which said it was quite routine for
them. They had no apparently concern with thrusting their fat, stubby
fingers into her nether holes, or giving her enemas. They also lathed
her sex with the same sticky salve they had done earlier, and after
waiting a few minutes, yanked it out so that the hairs in her
groin were ripped out by the roots.

She was given another collar, but this one was more silvery, and much
lighter, with some sort of intricate designs across its face she hadn't
the chance to really see. The collar was higher than the previous one,
so that if she lowered her head much it dug into the underside of her
jaw.

Similar bands went about her wrists and ankles, and then her wrists
were drawn behind her back, and then forced up much higher than they
had been previously. Erin groaned as the three women struggled to hold
her and force her wrists up painfully high. She thought her arms would
be dislocated as they were forced back tightly together behind her by a
sort of metallic belt.

In the end, her wrists were fastened to the back of the collar, very
high up, and her elbows were drawn back together behind her back most
painfully. Her hair was brushed out and perfume applied to her body.
Then a thin chain leash was attached to the front of the collar and the
women veiled as the door was opened and a man came in to take her away.

She was led through the cavernous building, which was again bustling
with life as scores of men moved among the stalls examining what she
decided must be "merchandise". This was some sort of place where slaves
were bought and sold, she thought miserably, and she, of course, was
one of them.

She was led up to the very front of the building, and then just
outside, where an awning held back the sun. There was a foot high stone
block there, and two men guided her onto it. In the centre of the stone
was a narrow wooden post, its end shaped to look like a thick penis,
complete with uncircumcised head. The men gripped her by arm and thigh
on either side, and raised her up to the very tips of her toes, guiding
her over the post, and she gasped as she felt the harsh pressure
against the mouth of her sex.

She felt the wooden penis slowly forcing its way through the taut lips
of her sex and into her body. She felt a man's hand against her sex,
around the tip of the wooden cock, and as it slid into her he nodded to
the other man and said something she recognized from the boat to be
"good".

Then she was easing slowly down onto the balls of her feet, which, of
course, pushed the thing up deeper into her belly. As she sank down
further the wooden penis pushed up higher. The men forced her feet
apart on the block of stone, and that send the thing higher still.

Her ankles were then locked in place with short chains, and she was
left in place. The two men went back inside, and Erin was left, naked
and impaled, overlooking the street and all who passed to and fro. She
was numbed by it all, by being so crudely displayed, and shamed,
despite her already ample experience, at having so many men, women and
even children pass by and gaze at her, sometimes curiously, sometimes
excitedly, sometimes contemptuously.

The robed men who were passing in and out of the doorway often stopped
to examine her, and would often reach out to run their hands over her
body, caressing her soft skin, kneading her breasts, or buttocks, or
running a finger across the tight lips of her sex as they clutched the
wooden post.

She stood in place for hours, panting in the heat, but not sweating
nearly as much as she had when she had first arrived. Finally, two
different men came and removed her, leading her back within. The
shinier collar and shackles were replaced by the heavy, rough ones. She
was watered and fed and put in her cage to rest.

A few hours later she was taken from the cage and led out through the
building to a side entrance. There, a man waited, robed and looking at
her with an expression of considerable interest. Her leash was handed
over to him, and after the men around her spoke for a few seconds she
was led out the door.

A wagon waited there, stuffed high with boxes and packages. Erin's
wrists were locked together behind her, and she was relieved that at
least this time they felt no need to force them up high behind her
back.

The leash was removed, and a longer chain attached, this one perhaps
longer than she was tall. It was attached to the rear right corner of
the wagon, and then the man climbed into the wagon and oxen pulling it
began to start up a wide alley to the street.

Erin lurched forward with the wagon, forced to follow it out into the
street and then down the street towards some unknown destination.



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