‘Turn,’ she went on. ‘This way. Bend over the wheel again. Put your arms up and hold on.’
She made me turn around and spread myself with my front resting against the huge tyre. Obediently I stretched my arms up on either side of its thickness and grasped the oily metal supports. My breasts were squashed against the rubber now, as were my tummy and the insides of my spread-eagled thighs. She did not fasten my wrists but just left me clinging there, and a second later I understood why; for my sexual surrender she needed to use the leather belt as an instrument of chastisement. With the buckle end firmly wrapped around her fist, she brought it down in a flaring line of fire across the centre of my exposed buttocks. I screamed and twisted free of the wheel, clutching at my stinging flesh.
Following a plane hijack and emergency landing in Leontondo, an African state, Jane and petite redhead Moira quickly realise their only hope of survival is complete submission and surrender to their captors, and especially to the sensual and sadistic Krista, whose lust for the captives matches her cruelty. They also have no alternative but to serve as pleasure toys for Leontondo’s ruthless dictator, General Koloba.
Having been reunited with their menfolk Jane and Moira remain in bondage, and during that time the foursome develop an exotically intricate relationship. But Moira’s domineering and manipulative partner, Jack, indulges in secret negotiations, so that rather than the freedom hoped for the other three are each bartered as a pleasure slave to notorious Lord Staith, and held prisoner on his tropical island of Kendu, from where there will be no reprieve.