The agent, who was holding a clipboard, walked slowly around us, just like the Major had earlier that morning. The youngish, bearded Arab acted as if he was in a desultory mood. It was difficult to guess what he was thinking until he spoke.

"My name is Karim Darwish and I'm your worst enemy if you give me the slightest trouble. The Major said that you two have been well-behaved during his training. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is, Sir," Layal said first, then I repeated her words.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Bend over and grip your ankles. Let me see your backsides."

Standing side by side, we complied with his instruction, making sure our feet were 18" apart. The Major had trained me to adopt several humiliating positions during his sessions, but never quite explaining when the knowledge would come in handy.

The agent strolled around behind us to examine our asses. Having looked, he tapped Layal's ass with the clipboard. "Up! Raise your tunics above your tits." He came around and cast his eye across our pert breasts. His quick perusal couldn't have missed the faint red lines left by several strokes of a thin whippy cane.

Again, it was just a visual examination. "I'm switching your collars to silent." He did mine first, then Layal's. A wave of his clipboard was the signal to allow our tunics to drop.

A van door slammed. Moments later a lad appeared from the passenger's side of the van. The young man was dressed in a white thawb and a pair of tatty sandals. The clean shaven Arab lad was, I guessed, in his early twenties. He had a mop of thick black hair which contrasted with his light skin. He went to the back of the van and unlocked it.

When he opened the back doors, my heart sank. The van contained four cages! Two on top and two below the false floor. He had already picked up two thralls. I could see the naked asses of the girls crouching in the top cages.

Once the lad had unlatched the doors of the lower two cages and pulled them open, I saw that each cage had a large black dildos and anal plug laying at the side, near the entrance. They were connected to coiled cables, presumably to avoid them getting lost. Above, I could see the rear ends of both girls through the mesh and that they had been impaled on twin plugs with similar cables attached to them.

The agent scribbled something on his clipboard, then pointed at me. "You, crawl into that cage." He pointed to the one on the right with his pen. "If you piss on the floor, you'll be thrashed and then you'll have to lick it clean. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did. I mentally thanked the major for reminding us to use the bucket.

The floor of the cage I poked my head into was covered with soft vinyl. The agent lifted my legs one at a time to help me into the confined space, which was about six feet long, two feet wide, and three feet high. I suppressed a gasp when he cupped my sex and pushed my ass for a second.

"Hold still..." came the command. "...while I insert your travelling companions." I took a deep breath when he pushed the pointy end of the plug against my moist entrance. I silently grunted as he drove the large rubber plug in a few inches. "Handy. Very handy," he muttered, then withdrew it and began the difficult task of inserting the butt plug into my rectum.

Still on my hands and knees, I gritted my teeth and lowered my head while the agent completed the painful task. The sharp sensation soon morphed into a dull ache until Karim speared my lower entrance with the chunky dildo. It wasn't as large as the ones stuck to the table during the Sheik's game, but it still felt as though it filled me to the brim.

Having filled both of my holes, the agent placed a hand on the top of my ass and pushed it down. "Hunker down during the journey and don't try and move about in your cage. If we hear any movement, Asad, my assistant, will punish you via the anal plug."

From what I could hear, the lad dealt with Layal in a similar manner. As soon as the agent closed the door to the cages, the back doors of the van slammed shut. It wasn't long before the vehicle was trundling along the gravel track toward the exit from the Halabi estate.

I was imprisoned in a cage that was barely large enough to hold me. They certainly would have struggled to force a full-grown man into it. The men had arrived in a medium sized van, early on Friday morning to collect me and Layal. In fact, it arrived so early, we didn't get any breakfast.

There were wooden partitions between the cages both sideways and above me, so I was isolated in the gloomy confines of my tiny prison. Light filtered into the cages from a window at the front which the agent, Karim Darwish, could uncover at the back of his cab to check on us.

The cage was so narrow, I couldn't turn around sideways. There was probably enough height for me to rotate into a sitting position, which I preferred to hunkering down. What pained me more than the close confines of the cage, was that I couldn't talk to Layal who was in the cage beside me.