by Peter King
“You should not take my warning to mean that life here for you will be easy, I am a hard taskmaster. It was intended to make sure no petty jealousies adversely affect my plans for you or these other two slaves. Now tell me slave, do you accept me as your Lord and Master?” he said, his dark eyes burrowing deep into Marie’s submissive heart.
“Yes Master,” she replied, her heart pounding with a new devotion to a man she barely knew.
“And these two whelps that were your daughters? Do you commend them to my control and will you do whatever I command to them?”
“Yes Master, these slaves are all yours to do with as you see fit,” Marie replied, knowing full well that her new Master would make her do vile and perverse things with the girls as proof of her new loyalty to him.
“Excellent! Your training Master has done a fine job, but we will soon put your training to the test. For now you have earned the right to taste your new Master,” he said, and then he parted his flowing robe and presented his thick and vein-gnarled penis in front of her mouth.
When he released his grip on her chin she immediately moved her mouth over his cock, sucking it all the way into her throat, burying her face in his curly white pubic hair. He gripped the sides of her head and kept it buried deep in her throat, enjoying the way her tongue caressed the underside of his member. Though she could not breathe, Marie used her tongue to massage his cock and offered no struggle at all, even when she started to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen.
“I deem this slave as an acceptable addition to my harem,” the Sheik said, just before pulling his cock free from her mouth and moving over to face Emma.
He made Emma voice her fealty to him before filling her throat, just like he did to her mother. When he proclaimed her also worthy he moved to Tessa, and she too earned his favor by swallowing his cock. When he was done with all three he made a gesture and two guards spun the platform they were mounted to around, so all of them could see the other members of the harem they just joined.
The sight of the 101 slaves kneeling on the floor shocked the three slaves, surprised that there were so many of them. They could see every race, color, and body type evident in the kneeling nudity they faced. Seeing Nashita kneeling front and center confirmed her assertion that she was one of the more important slaves in the Sheiks retinue, but after his proclamation they wondered what made them so valuable now. They guessed it was because they were mother and daughters, expecting that the natural taboo nature of their affiliation made them more prized than any single slave.
After they were moved into place facing the congregation of slaves, the Sheik stepped down from the platform and toward Nashita. He offered her his hand and she took it as she rose up to stand beside him. The Sheik then made a gesture and two guards moved into the neat lines of kneeling slaves, each grabbing one slave by the hair and lifting them to their feet. They were walked to the front of the group and forced back to their knees in front of the Sheik and Nashita.
Once they were kneeling at his feet the Sheik said, “Slave Alia and Afraa, you have been charged with fornicating with guards without permission. Do you wish to contest these charges?”
In unison they replied, “No Master,” knowing that to contest a charge brought on a trial of torture. No slave ever won that trial and they simply earned a far worse punishment once it was over. They were visibly trembling with the knowledge that they would face a cruel and painful punishment for this infraction, though it was not really their fault. Two guards had decided to use them one night without the Sheik’s knowledge, and as slaves they did as they were told. There failure to report the incident was there only failing and now they faced the price for their silence.
Another gesture came from the Sheik and the sound of something rolling reached the ears of the new slaves watching what was unfolding in front of them. A wheeled platform entered from the side of the room carrying two stout posts with two naked men bound tightly to them. There bodies were strapped to the poles mounted to the rolling platform from their ankles to their wrists, which were pulled up high against the post. But what was the most appalling sight was their cocks, which had thin cords wrapped around their heads pulling them up toward their bellies and tied off to one of the straps encircling their chests. Just below their cocks, where their scrotums should have been, were fresh scars and stitches showing that they had been castrated.
The Sheik then intoned, “These are the guards who used you two?”
“Yes Master,” they replied, the look of fear quite evident on their faces.
“As you can see they have paid for the error of their ways, as you two will also pay. Tonight you will be tortured for the edification of my newest slaves and tomorrow you will start your six-month term in the milking house. Is that clear slaves?”
“Yes Master, thank you Master,” they replied despite the tears that poured from their eyes.
“Take them to the dungeon and prepare them,” he said.
The guards that had procured them from the crowd grabbed fistfuls of their hair and literally dragged them away, not even allowing them to regain their feet. The sobbing slaves offered no resistance and did not scream, as they were cruelly dragged from the room. Then the Sheik ordered the men taken away, just before he turned to face his newest recruits. He saw the fear and shock on their faces, exactly what he wanted.
“As you can see, failure to obey the rules here has dire consequences. Tonight you will witness how I treat slaves who have failed to follow them. Now it is time that I sampled your other charms,” Sheik Omar said, walking behind his trapped slaves.
He started with Marie, stepping behind her and thrusting his manhood deep into her wet slit. She moaned with delight and then chirped, “Thank you Master!” hoping that was what he expected, since she was trained to thank any Master using her sexually. He fucked her ever-slick sex with fervor, before removing his soaked cock and slipping it into her asshole. She thanked him again, guessing that it was what was expected having received no reprimand after the first time. When he had fucked her bum for a while he slapped her ass and moved over to Emma. Both girls received the same treatment, thanking him each time his cock nestled into one of their holes.
Once the Sheik had sampled all three slaves he moved back between their bound bodies and his captive audience. He took a few minutes to scrutinize their faces and then turned to Nashita and said, “Tell Master Ichiro that I approve of the color scheme and tomorrow he will make it permanent. Also inform him that the treatments are to begin, the mother is endowed sufficiently, but her whelps can surely benefit from it.” He then turned to face the remainder of his harem and said; “Today’s audience is over, you may return to your duties now.”
Silently they rose in unison and departed the room in orderly lines, and in just a few minutes the room was empty save for the Sheik, Nashita, and his newest slave girls. In the language they did not yet understand he spoke to Nashita, holding the conversation as if the three bound women were not even there. As they listened to it, not understanding a single word, they all thought about what they just witnessed. They all understood that this new world they lived in, under the control of the Sheik, was far more perverse and dangerous than where they came from. They did not even understand what he had said to Nashita, but it seemed ominous from what they could guess.
Finally he turned back to face them and said, “Nashita will give you a tour of the palace, at least the areas you will have access to. Tonight, after you have witnessed the punishments I have meted out, I will give you your new names. My expectation is that you learn the rules of the harem quickly and become worthy additions to it. Nashita will be your guide, follow her orders as if they are mine.”
Then he pivoted away and left them alone with his chief slave. With the help of the three guards that had carried them into the palace, they were released from their bondage and chained again. Once they were leashed, Nashita led the small group from the large room. The tour led them through the slave quarters an
d baths, where they saw dozens of slaves, now dressed in similar harem-wear, doing a variety of chores. They were shown a hallway full of private rooms wear Nashita explained that clients of the Sheik would have private sessions with the slaves. There were all sorts of motifs, from modern to medieval, and from western to oriental, all designed to provide creative ways to toy with slaves.
The tour of the enclosed gardens was surreal, the beauty of the plants interspersed with the ever-present slaves, seemed like a sexual paradise. They noticed how all the slaves they saw were impeccable made up and all sported the twin nostril rings that were chained to oversized earrings. Some had rings in their nipples and labia too, for even though they were dressed, the revealing outfits they wore hid none of the once private parts. The shear diversity of the slaves was also impressive, white, Asian, African, tall, short, lean, and large were evident in what they saw. Nashita explained that the Sheik’s clients had very divergent desires, and the variety of female flesh present emphasized that point.
The tour eventually took them down to the dungeons, real ones, not like the mock dungeon in Ryan’s house. Stone walls and hard packed dirt floors that were illuminated by burning torches mounted on the walls barely illuminated the cavernous rooms that comprised this area. They did not see the two slaves that were sent here, but they did see other slaves imprisoned there, some in cells and others bound to evil looking contraptions. The stench of perspiration and fear pervaded the dungeons and humbled the new slaves as they were led through it.
To end the tour they were returned to one of the bathing rooms and were given to the same slaves that had tended to them before. They were bathed again, their holes flushed, and their makeup touched up, leaving them looking stunning once again. They were dressed in harem clothes, leggings that reached from their ankles to their hips, but left their pussies and buttocks bare. Small vests with cut outs to leave their breasts free were put on and high heeled sandals completed their attire. Then they were led to a small bare room and ordered to wait for the night’s festivities, left kneeling on small cushions on the otherwise bare floor.
Chapter 3: The Price of Failure
Several hours passed before their chosen handlers came to collect them, none of the slaves deigning to talk to each other as they waited. They all learned that conversations amongst slaves were verboten during their initial training, and expected the rules were the same here. Instead they remained perched on their cushions, quietly awaiting those who now controlled them. Their training served them well, and each of them looked like a statue of living submission as they awaited the next step they would face.
When the guards returned they were chained and leashed again, before being led out of the room. They were taken to another large room, not as cavernous as the hall they were in earlier, but large enough to hold the entire slave population housed here. They were ushered in through a door at one end of the room to see their sister slaves already in attendance, kneeling in neat lines like they were earlier. The trio was guided to three empty spots left for them at the front of the group, right in the middle of the first line of slaves. They noticed they were the only ones chained, and thought it had to do with their newness, having yet to earn the Sheik’s trust.
They kept their gazes downcast, not seeing who sat beside the Sheik on his raised platform twenty feet in front of them. He sat in the middle chair, with Ryan to his right and Ryan’s sons to his left. Kifah was kneeling in front of Ryan, facing the audience and looking at her past pupils with a touch of nostalgia. Their time together was too short and she would miss them, knowing how deeply submissive these women were. They were kindred spirits to Ryan’s personal slave, and she knew they would thrive in the Sheik’s world, as she had for a time.
Now that his audience was complete Sheik Omar stood up and barked, “Eyes forward slaves!”
As a group they lifted their heads and stared up at their Master, he watched the looks on his newest slaves’ faces when they saw who was sitting by his sides. He was pleased to see no reaction at all, their eyes fully focused on him alone. He saw no fear, just the opposite; he sensed their rapt attention and new devotion to him. It made him smile.
But being a man of purpose he only mused on that thought for a moment before announcing, “Tonight we begin with the punishment of Alia and Afraa. Guards, bring in the slaves!”
The rattling of chains was heard before they emerged from a side set of double doors. When they were pushed through the doorway, the heaven wooden yokes carried on their shoulders barely fit through the width of the opened doors. The slaves were stooped over carrying the enormous weight of wood, but they had no choice as their necks were chained to the center humped section of the yoke and their wrists were chained to the outer ends.
The sound came from the heavy iron chain connected between the matching manacles encircling their ankles. It was not a hobble, in fact the chain was six feet long, but it was thick and heavy making each step a struggle for the soon to be punished slaves. As they emerged from the shadows toward their destination between the Sheik and his assembled harem another facet of the cost of their failure emerged. This afternoon they had both sported long brunette manes of beautiful hair and now they were shaved bald. But as they were brought to face the Sheik it became apparent what had happened to their hair, as they both sported an adornment in between their buttocks. Their shorn locks were fashioned into tails and attached to large plugs now filling their rectums.
The guards helped the bound slaves to kneel facing their Master, the heavy yokes too much for them to do it themselves. Once in position the Sheik walked around them, studying the naked beauties, as he made them wait for him to announce their punishment. He circled them three times before stopping to stare down at the now calmer slaves. Though they were crying when their punishment was announced, they had come to terms with it now and were ready to accept their Master’s wrath.
Finally, when he was sure their anxiety could get no worse, he said, “Tonight you shall receive fifty lashes with a wet bullwhip and then you will be mounted on the rail until dawn. From there you will be taken to the milking stables to start your term of service there. What say you of my judgment slaves?”
“Thank you Master,” they replied, their voices sounding devoid of emotion, even though their fear was now peaking.
“Prepare them,” said the Sheik, as he turned and returned to his seat.
Two burly guards per slave approached and forcefully lifted the slaves to their feet, using the ends of the yokes as grips. They were spun around and their faces shown for the first time, and Marie was surprised to see that their makeup was still perfect, expecting them to look far more disheveled considering the circumstances. Instead they now looked sexy and exotic, their feminine facial features framed against their newly shaven heads.
Working in pairs the guards then roped the slaves to the yoke with many windings through their armpits. From behind the ropes were pulled up and tied together to a stout metal ring dangling above each of their heads. Once the rope work was done, the guards bent down and slid the long chains between their ankles underneath the curved ends of two sets of hooks, each pair set four feet apart, in the floor. The guards stood up with one of them waving his arm just before the sound motors humming filled the room and the slaves started to lift. First up onto their tiptoes and then free of the floor altogether. The chains rattled as they dragged over the floor until the slack was gone and they grabbed onto the inverted hooks mounted to the floor. Soon they pulled tight, keeping the slaves wide spread and strained from the pressure.
When the winches stopped the slaves were suspended and stretched open, leaving them completely vulnerable. The strain was evident in the distressed expressions on their faces, but they remained silent as they hung displayed in front of their peers. Tessa felt a pang of pity for them, while Emma was wondering what it felt like to be bound like that, and Marie simply viewed all that was happening as she tried to assimilate herself into this place.
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p; Since they had arrived Marie’s senses were highly attuned to everything around her, knowing that to survive here she would have to quickly learn what was expected and provide that for her owner. As her position in her former training was to mentor and train her daughters, a perverse twist on her motherly duties, Marie continued that role here. She also sensed the girls were too enamored of their new surroundings to truly appreciate the dire nature of their new lives. But seeing what happened to the guards and what was about to happen to the girls they used without permission kept the older woman vigilant. As she watched what unfolded intently, she remained on edge, ready for anything.
The guards, once the bound slaves were tautly fixed in place, proceeded to cover most of their faces with a large leather gag. It covered them from under their chins to high on their cheeks. A series of straps wrapped around their heads looking like spiders were sprawled across their faces. The leather was thick and tight, sure to muffle the loudest screams that could be forced from them. Finally they carried over large urns with long whip handles hanging over the edges of the curved tops, setting them on the floor in front of the slaves.
Now that all was ready, the Sheik stood again and said, “I command every slave in this room to watch each stroke, failure to obey will earn you a taste of the wet bull.” He stood there a moment, looking around the room and making sure all his slaves could see and hear him clearly. Once he was satisfied, he simply said, “Commence.”
The guards withdrew their whips from the urns, looking like wet leather snakes as they were pulled from the water-filled containers. They were at least ten feet long and the soaked braided leather looked positively evil as they were dragged across the floor while the guards took up positions off to the sides and in front of the suspended slaves. They cracked the whips against the floor several times, the vicious sound affecting every slave in the room, not just the ones about to feel their painful embrace.