Chapter Four
It was not a long walk, but the sun was hot and the Jeep’s wheels threw up a constant plume of fine dust, so by the time Siteki drove into the large, paved courtyard of Shimatsu’s house, both girls were covered from head to foot in a sticky coating of yellow powder.
Siteki resolved the problem in the most direct manner possible, unreeling a hosepipe and turning its powerful jet on the two slaves, playing it up and down their naked bodies while they gasped and twisted and spluttered. There was no way they could evade the chilly stream and had to endure as best they could, their heads lowered as streams of water poured down their shivering bodies and cascaded in sparkling rivulets from their breasts to pool around their bare feet.
When, finally, he turned the water off, his b
