by Peter King
Then, just like in her dream, he took her right there on the table. Her pussy had recovered nicely from the machine attack the prior day, but her cunt squeezed against his pummeling cock like it was a virgin channel being taken for the first time. She was happy to feel him use her this way, feeling a need to please the man who made her look like her Master’s other slaves. Even though she had yet to see the results.
In separate rooms Jada and Jadwa underwent similar treatment, both of them feeling the significance of what was happening. By the end of the third day all three slaves were mentally fortified for the next step, ready to see how they now looked like true harem slaves. All the time they spent in darkness, thinking about what would come next, had them eager and prepared to join this world in every respect.
Chapter 6: Serving the Sheik
Before Master Ichiro removed the final tattoo coverings, gag, and lenses from Samihah, she was first released from the table and fitted with a severe posture collar. Now she was sitting on the edge of the table with her wrists locked behind her back. The gag came out first, leaving her mouth feeling strange. Then he removed the lenses and it took several minutes for Samihah to clear her vision. When her eyes did focus she found herself staring at a smiling Master Ichiro.
He said, “Excellent, your decorations look splendid. But until the Sheik inspects and approves of them you are not permitted to see yourself. That is why you wear the collar, to eliminate the ability to see your newly colored nipples.” Then he slipped another simple blindfold over her eyes before saying, “This will help you even more while you are fed and then bathed for our Master.”
“Thank you Master,” Samihah replied, now feeling very hungry. For three days her only nourishment was liquid, fed through a small tube through her gag. When ordered to follow her slave attendant, who had leashed her collar, Samihah slipped off the table and stumbled behind her with her legs feeling like rubber. They did not walk far, only through a door into an adjacent room where the smell of food assailed Samihah’s nostrils.
Her attendant steered her to a small stool beside a table where a bowl of stew waited, still hot with the aroma making Samihah’s stomach do flip-flops. The slave knelt beside Samihah and started to spoon the meal into her mouth. The near starved slave gratefully took every spoonful offered, her gnawing hunger slowly dissipating from the first solid food she had eaten in days. By the time the bowl was empty Samihah felt her strength returning and her eagerness to see her new Master again dominating her thoughts.
Then it was off to a bathroom where the Asian slave bathed her. Her collar and cuffs were removed, but the blindfold remained on until it was time to wash her hair. She was ordered to recline at one end of the tub where the lip was recessed to cradle the back of her neck. When the blindfold was removed all she could see was the ceiling, while the young slave washed her hair several times, until it was silky and smooth to her touch. She remained that way when the slave started to dry and fix her hair, making sure Samihah would not look down and see her colored nipples. But Samihah did not care, luxuriating in the heated water of the tub allowing her aching muscles to start relaxing.
When Samihah’s hair was dry, brushed out, and braided into a simple ponytail, the slave covered her eyes with the blindfold again. She was ordered to stand and step from the tub where the slave took a towel and dried her thoroughly. Samihah felt totally relaxed and infused with energy, even more eager to be taken to her Master. The desire to see her new appearance and the hope that it would please Sheik Omar kept her senses highly attuned and ready.
But then she felt the slave’s hands on her breasts, kneading her ample flesh as they inched toward her nipples. When they reached her buds she gasped, as they no longer hurt, but felt far more sensitive than they had before Master Ichiro tattooed them. The slave worked the nubs until they engorged and stiffened, standing at attention atop her heaving breasts. Samihah’s breath quickened and her sex moistened, furthering her desire to serve her new owner.
Samihah then felt a light chain wrapped around her throat, clipped together below her chin. Suddenly the leash attached to the chain tugged her and she blindly followed where the slave directed her. The journey was short with Samihah guessing they merely left the bath and walked down a hall to another room. Here she was directed to another small stool where she sat urged by a gentle pressure on her shoulders. She had figured out during her meal that this slave would not speak with her and she wisely remained silent too, certain she was ordered not to speak. The total control the Sheik wielded with his slaves was starting to permeate Samihah’s being, now expecting that everything she did required someone’s permission.
The slave knelt before Samihah and tapped her legs to get her to raise them, and when she did she slid a pair of harem pants over her ankles and up her legs. Once the bottoms were tied to her ankles the slave helped Samihah to her feet then tied the waist string just above her hips. Then she knelt down and slipped high-heeled sandals onto her feet before standing back up to inspect her work. She smiled mischievously even though Samihah could not see that she was holding the last two parts of her outfit.
She held two concave glass discs. Each was split down the middle with a small circular opening in the center of them. It was opened down the split for now, but when the slave slid it over Samihah’s engorged nipple she squeezed it closed. The two sides mated along the thin metal rods imbedded in them, forming a perfect circle held on by the captured end of her teat. Samihah gasped when the cool disc trapped her nipple, but it was not the worst surprise she had faced since becoming a slave. As a result she simply accepted it, and soon the other disc was adorning her freshly colored nipple too. She thought it was a waste to hide Master Ichiro’s tattoos, not realizing the discs were clear and actually magnified his work.
Finally she was ready, though she did not realize it, even as she was led from the dressing room to the Sheik’s bedroom. She had lost her capacity to anticipate what would come next, too many times she tried, and always her Masters had stunned her. The one truth she knew was that her life would be full of surprises and that was what she looked for now, always hoping she could accept them gracefully. Her demeanor had devolved to the point that obeying orders and seeking to please her owner was all she could think about.
The slave led her to the Sheik’s bedroom fully eager that the time had come to perform for her Master. Once in the middle of the room the slave stopped her and removed the leash, leaving Samihah to her Master who sat quietly just a few feet in front of her. Without an order to do anything Samihah assumed a stance she had learned early in her training, keeping her legs parted enough to keep her sex open with her hands grasping her opposite elbows behind her back. She liked the feel of the silky harem pants on her legs, and how they were cut away around her rump and in front of her pussy. She steeled herself as she waited for her next instruction.
Then she heard the Sheik’s voice say, “Remove the blindfold slave,” and she physically trembled knowing she was in His presence.
She unclasped her elbows and moved her hands up to either side of the blindfold and lifted it off her head, keeping her eyes downcast. She immediately saw her glass encased nipples and saw they were far darker than they used to be, but still appearing a natural pink in contrast to her milky white orbs. She also saw how the glass made her areolas stand out, looking far larger than normal topped with rock hard tips sticking out of the glass.
She only had a moment to digest this change when the Sheik said, “Look up at me slave.” When she did he smiled at her and said, “Lovely work once again, Master Ichiro gets better with age. Would you like to see yourself slave?”
“If it pleases Master,” she said, her desire to see her new face driving her insane with curiosity.
“Then you may turn and gaze at yourself,” he said, waving his hand to gesture she should pivot in where she stood.
She did as he commanded and was now facing a full-length mirror. She gasped at her appearance, never before feeling
as beautiful as she did now. The sandals and pants did nothing to hide her legs, their gossamer appearance merely enhancing her long legs. Her nipples seemed huge under the magnifying lenses, but rather than lightly blending into her pale flesh, they now stood out in a rather dark pink color. But it was her face that captivated her. Her blue eyes stood out with the dark blue/black liner etched around them. Her eyelids started out as a pale blue and became a silver/blue up near her brows, making her gaze extremely sexy. Her lips were now an outrageously deep red, looking like blood, making her mouth look ever so inviting. Finally, the rings and chains between her nose and ears completed the picture, and Samihah felt every bit like a harem slave.
“Well slave, what say you?” prompted the Sheik; leaning to the side of his chair so he could see the look in her eyes.
“Thank you Master! Forgive this lowly slave for saying she feels beautiful!”
He laughed hard, feeling he had made the right choice with this one. Samihah had no idea that it was the Sheik who initially found her, not Ryan. His son Hakim was exceptionally gifted with computers and had searched the world for a specific woman with grown daughters. For all the parameters the Sheik required the list was not very long and Samihah and her family had the highest probability to accept and even thrive within the lifestyle he envisioned. Seeing Samihah’s reaction now that she was permanently marked as a slave confirmed that he had made the right decision.
Ready to sample his new prize he said, “Crawl to me slave and show me how your mouth may please your Master.”
Samihah sank to her knees and dropped onto her hands, slowly slinking around to face her seated Master. She lowered her head to just above the floor and approached like a cat stalking her prey. When she reached his slightly parted feet she began by kissing each of his toes. Then she licked her way up one foot and then the other, before kissing her way up his legs. He moved his legs farther apart and smiled when she crawled under his robe rather than assume she could open it.
Samihah was totally focused on delivering her softest most feminine attentions as she climbed toward his crotch and the ultimate prize she craved. But she was intent on abasing herself totally for him, committed to proving her worth as a pleasure slave, one designed to service her owner. By the time she was between his thighs he had fully parted his legs and loosened the sash on his robes. He opened them as her mouth reached his balls, licking and sucking around his crinkled scrotum. Then she slowly licked her way up the bottom of his shaft, fully erect and leaking the clear fluid of his arousal.
He marveled at the sensuousness of the bitch, she was truly a natural sex slave he thought. Ryan had done well unleashing her animal instincts and stripping her of all her inhibitions. As she slowly engulfed his cock in her hot, wet mouth, he knew that this aspect of her persona was perfect for his needs, even though there was something else he required for her to be perfect. But that was for later, now was for him delving into this side of her persona. As she now sucked his cock from root to tip with her tongue continually whirling along its length with each stroke, she proved her devotion to him.
Feeling his cock pulse inside her mouth made him want to feel her other offerings. He grabbed her by the hair, yanked her mouth from his cock, and spun her around, before forcing her head down. She cried, “Thank you Master,” with her ass now facing the Sheik.
He slid from the chair onto his knees just behind her rump and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass higher. Now at the proper height he used one hand to guide his cock to Samihah’s dripping wet slit. When he nudged the head against her pussy opening, he said, “Beg me to fuck you slave.”
“Please Master! Grant this useless slave the privilege of feeling your marvelous cock inside her slavish cunt!” she cried, her passion peaking.
With a lurch he drove his male spear deep into her aching channel, causing her to cry out with a guttural groan of utter satisfaction. Then he started to fuck her, pounding his dominance over her into her throbbing vagina with her gushing juices of desire spewing all over his manhood. She started squealing, ‘Thank you Master,’ over and over as his cock thrashed her sex into full submission.
Samihah thought she achieved bliss when she completely submitted to Ryan, but now the Sheik was rapidly driving her to a whole new level of submission, one that sent her hurtling toward a massive orgasm. Unable to restrain the wave of lust that was consuming her she finally cried out, “Please Master! May this useless cunt cum?”
He reacted by roughly pulling his cock free from her clutching sex, making her gasp with unrequited need. He said, “Beg me to fuck your ass now and you may come as you like when I do.”
“PLEASE MASTER!” she wailed, “Take this slave’s ass and make her scream in submission to your mastery of her body!”
He liked the sound of her plea, so he nudged his cunt-slickened cock into her sphincter before plunging his whole shaft deep into her bowels. She shrieked in wild abandon, the massive orgasm raging through her body like an unstoppable force. She was quaking from the intensity of it, making the Sheik take a tight grip on her flanks so he could fuck her ass properly. He was pleased with her responsiveness and obvious desire to be used so harshly. By the time he poured a load of his juice deep into her backside, Samihah had no doubts that he owned her, body and soul.
When his cock had drained he pushed her to the floor, took his seat, and said, “Use your mouth to clean me slave.”
Though she was still shuddering from the violent sexual pulses racing through her body, Samihah dragged herself between his legs and lovingly licked his softening cock until every remnant of their coitus was cleaned from it. All her fears about this place suddenly vanished, her devotion to her new Master absolute. He had taken like a true Master, imprinting her with his ultimate control; every aspect of her life was now at his discretion. And this feeling thrilled Samihah, as she had been changed again! Was there no end to what they could wring from her body and her mind? At this point she knew there was not, she was a slave down to her core, pure putty in his hands.
As she suckled his penis, she heard him say, “You did well my pet. As far as being one of my pleasure slaves you are exquisite.”
Unable to contain her elation, she stopped sucking for a moment to say, “Thank you Master!” before returning to her task.
He chuckled and then said, “I have another need I want you to fill, quite different from simply being a slave. Are you prepared to do whatever I ask of you, even if it goes against your true nature?”
Samihah was suddenly confused; he had asked her a question that required an answer. In her agitated state of mind she could not fathom what he meant, but she knew the answer she would give anyway. She slid her mouth off his cock, kissing the tip of it before she said, “This slave lives to serve her Master. She will do whatever he asks without question.” It was a heartfelt and honest answer, the only one she could give him.
He laughed again and said, “I believe you Samihah, I see your devotion. Let me ask you another question, do you like your new red lips?”
“Yes Master.”
“You should know that my blood was added to the ink, so that you will wear a part of me forever.”
This revelation stunned Samihah and she reached up to caress her brightly colored lips, feeling like he bestowed a grand gift to her. Then she said, “Master this slave does not deserve such a reward, she will always treasure the thought of your blood mingled with its flesh.”
He laughed heartily now, truly impressed with this slave’s demeanor. Then he said, “It is time to test your devotion slave, help me dress now.”
She aided him in closing his robes and tying the sash around his waist. He stood up then and said, “Stand and follow me slave,” which she did. He led her over to a curtained wall where he drew back the curtains to reveal a darkened glass window.
Chapter 7: Samihah is Tested
Samihah stared at the dark glass; sure something would soon be revealed. Standing beside her the Sheik said, “When Ryan taske
d you to subjugate your daughters you agreed and did as he ordered. Now tell me, how did it feel?”
Another question! Feeling compelled to be starkly honest with her new Master Samihah replied, “At first it terrified this slave Master. But once this slave saw them bound and trained to serve, it excited her. Now, when this slave dominates them for her Master’s pleasure, she enjoys making them submit.”
“I see and have seen how you have treated them since you were reunited. Master Ryan provided me with generous footage of your use of the girls. But now I wish to see it live and in person,” he said, and then he flicked a switch on the wall beside the black glass. “Behold your progeny slave,” the Sheik said while gesturing to the glass wall.
Samihah turned away from him to see Jada and Jadwa just beyond the glass. They were next to each other, both mounted to identical wooden pillories. Their heads and hands visible through the wooden holes that held them with their legs spread wide and fixed by wooden stocks near the floor. They faced her, but as their expression remained unchanged, she suspected they could not see her. Their hair had been bundled and tied with leather thongs that were attached to the top of the pillory, making them face forward.
Their faces looked nearly identical to her face now, painted and adorned exactly the same way. Being bent at the waist left their bulbous breasts dangling beneath their chests and Samihah could clearly see their nipples were as brightly colored as hers were. There would be no doubt that they were in fact a family, the resemblance between all three now enhanced by Master Ichiro’s exquisite artwork. Though still recovering from her sexual excursion with the Sheik, she felt a new arousal building inside her, a desire to dominate them again.