Their Lives as Harem Slaves

by Peter King

  Though their paths were divergent Samihah and her daughters were quickly indoctrinated into their new lives. After their punishment and orgy, Jada and Jadwa were given two slave mentors, experienced Oriental slaves who trained the newly dedicated slaves to life in the harem. For the next couple of days they taught them all the mannerisms and behavior required of the Sheik’s slaves, and thanks to their harsh indoctrination they were especially avid students. Just as Samihah found a new level of submission under the Sheik’s dominance, so did her daughters starting with their own mother’s hand. But the result was the same; all three slaves saw their submission blossom like exotically sensual flowers in this exotic world of slavery.

  After two days down in the dungeon Jada and Jadwa returned to the harem proper and were clothed in harem pants and high-heeled sandals. This made them feel like they were now performing as expected and their enthusiasm escalated because of it. The thoroughly subjugated girls now took the simplest rewards as grand gestures. Their mentors continued their education, making sure they understood how to behave under every circumstance. For the first two days after joining the harem population they did not see Samihah, but on the third day they were led to one of the client rooms where they saw their mother and Nashita were waiting for them.

  They knelt before them and then Samihah said, “Reports are that you have been ideal students since your punishment. Tonight that will be tested, as you two will entertain your first clients for our Master.”

  A thrill of delight mixed with anxiety filled both Jada and Jadwa hearing their Mistress’s proclamation. Then she handed them a folder and ordered them to study the contents carefully. Jada opened it and both she and Jadwa read the neatly typed page explaining who their clients would be that night. The pictures of the two brothers that had booked their services brought back memories from the night they were caged together. It was the handsome pair that allowed them their first orgasms that night, and that knowledge immediately provoked their bellies to kick and their pussies to lubricate. They were not told their names and were instructed to merely call them Master when allowed to speak.

  But simply reading the scenario the brothers requested for them enhanced their desire and spurred their enthusiasm for what was planned. They would wait in this room for them and when they arrived they would serve them a meal, feeding the brothers by hand, and then giving them full body massages followed by orally servicing their cocks. Once that was complete they would be graded and then punished for any failings the brothers perceived. What that would entail was not spelled out, but the entire setting only fueled their submissive desires.

  Nashita warned them after they read the folder, “You will perform to your best abilities, they will find your faults on their own, do not make mistakes to add to the punishment. You will be watched and if our Master deems you unacceptable, further rigorous training will be ordered for you two.”

  “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, “ they replied in harmony, while keeping their eyes downcast.

  “The food will be brought to you once your guests arrive. You will remain as you are until they get here. You may talk to each other about your assignment, since we expect you to work as a team,” said Samihah and then she and Nashita departed.

  The sisters would wait on their knees for over an hour, but the lush carpeting in the room made it an easy task compared to others they had faced. The room was Middle Eastern in design, with tapestries and draperies surrounding it. There was a low table with cushions around it and a large mattress off to one side of the room, also covered by cushions. There was a pair of matching pillories standing off to the side, a good indicator of where they would be eventually punished.

  “How are you handling this sister?” Jadwa asked Jada, her desire to watch over her younger sibling prompting her off-subject question.

  “Don’t worry about me big sister, this was scary at first, but now I feel like a slave deep down. I can’t imagine life any other way anymore, serving in a Sheik’s harem is so cool!” replied Jada.

  “I know, right? This is just so insane, but my pussy constantly throbs with desire and I need to be used like a slut. Steve and Art were right, we are whores at heart I guess.”

  “What about mom? Er, I mean Mistress, who would have thought she was so sexy and strong…is it wrong to think of her that way?” Jada asked.

  “Not here, every forbidden thing from our old lives is fair game in this world, and when she torments us…it is like so weird, and yet wonderful. But we have two hot brothers coming for us soon and that is what we need to discuss…”

  They got down to business at that point, agreeing on how to act and respond to what was coming. They knew the brothers would run the show, but they made sure they were on the same page so that their responses to their clients would be in harmony. By the time the guests arrived the pair of slaves were thoroughly embroiled in submissive longing, ready to serve them as expected.

  The men entered the room and sat on cushions sat opposite sides of the table. One gestured to Jadwa to join him and the other called to Jada, prompting both slaves to crawl to their Masters of the evening. They knelt beside the men and waited for an order, only waiting a moment before two slaves brought in plates of food. Small pieces of meat and potatoes filled the plates, each piece small enough for the girls to hand feed to their Masters.

  “You may feed us now slaves,” said Jada’s Master.

  The girls gingerly took small morsels of meat and moved them towards their Master’s mouths. The men sucked them in and then sucked the slaves’ fingers, sending jolts of arousal into the heated slaves’ souls. They slowly fed them the meal, the aroma of the food strongly affecting them, though their true hunger dominated their thoughts, both of them eager to taste the men’s’ meat.

  When they were done eating the men stood up and ordered the girls to undress them and they gleefully complied, the heat in their loins building with each passing moment. Then they walked their pets over to the large bed and laid face down on them, ordering the slaves to begin their massage. The girls straddled their backs and slowly began to massage their muscular shoulders using oils that were sitting on a small table beside the bed. They moved continually down the men’s bodies, rubbing the warm oil into their smooth flesh. When they had reached their feet and massaged them thoroughly, the men rolled over and revealed their stiff members to the girls.

  As if in chorus the brothers said, “Suck them slaves.”

  Jada and Jadwa slithered up the men’s legs rubbing their breasts up them until their mouths reached the engorged cocks. Then they took them into their mouths moaning with desire as they did. They suckled them gently at first, but with increasing vigor. The brothers grabbed them by their hair and pulled the slaves deeper onto their cocks until their faces were buried in their pubic bushes.

  One of the brothers then said, “You will suck until we come and continue until our cocks are hard and ready for your cunts.”

  The sisters obeyed; slowly milking their stiff members until their mouths filled with salty spend, and they continued until their cocks were as hard as when they had started. By then their pussies were so wet that their inner thighs were coated with their own juices, eager and ready to feel the powerful tools inside them. But there was a price to pay first and their guests soon dragged the horny slaves over to the pillories for the next part of the evening they had planned.

  They easily steered them to the pillories and fixed the girls’ necks and wrists into them in short order. With them bent at the waist they moved behind the girls and secured their ankles into another set of stocks, forcing them three feet apart. Thick leather knee braces were the next attachment they used, making it impossible to bend their legs at all. Jada and Jadwa were heating up as each piece of equipment took slow control of their bodies, just the way they were designed to react.

  Then they bracketed Jada and Jadwa, facing each other between the pillories, with each man standing on a side facing in at them. They started with Jad
a’s side, adjusting the height of stocks holding her neck and wrists, lowering it nearly a foot. With her knees locked she was forced to arch her back severely, leaving her buttocks standing high behind her. Jadwa was next and soon the sisters were at the same height facing each other again. A large double-headed dildo was inserted into their open mouths, physically linking them together.

  The men knelt down next, grabbing and kneading their dangling breasts, stocking their passions even higher as their nipples hardened from the callous treatment. Once their tit buds were engorged they were stretched toward each other and clamped to each other’s with thin chains, connecting Jada and Jadwa together at two more points. And just before they got up, the brothers slipped a tray under each girl’s pair of clamped breast meat, covered with jars of burning candles, less than a foot below them. The heat from the candles immediately started their breasts to perspire, as they were slowly being heated.

  When they stood up, Jada’s Master of the night said, “You two look wonderful, are you comfortable?”

  They mumbled, “Yef Mafter.”

  Then other one then said, “You two are marvelous slaves, and so new to it, I can imagine what you will be like once you are seasoned a bit. As a reward for a near flawless performance tonight we have decided to give you the full dose of punishment had you been found wanting. With one small difference, you will be granted permission to climax at some point.”

  When the one brother stopped, the other said, “Now for what comes next. First we will tan those pretty little arses of yours with several implements. Then we will fuck your cunts and bungholes, making sure to slam into your nice heated rumps while we do. But before we start that we have a little game for you two to play while we do our business. Now look to your left slaves.”

  This prompted the slaves to look at each of their Masters for the night. Their eyes went wide when they saw the large metal hooks with leather cords attached to their ends. The hooked part was thick stainless steel and the curved end had a bulbous metal ball fixed to it, two inches in diameter, twice the width of the hook itself. The men showed them to the slaves so they would know what would come next and the sisters quivered with the knowledge of what was about to happen.

  They smiled at the slaves before moving behind them and roughly inserting the hooks straight through their anal stars, eliciting small squeals at the abruptness of it. Once the hooks were in place they felt hands in their hair, pulling it back and twisting it into the leather cords attached to the hook. They wrapped and twisted the leather and hair until pulling it from its roots would be the only way to free their heads from the hooks. Now their heads were pulled backward against the pillory and they stared into each other’s pained eyes with both of them slipping into slave space from the mounting abuse.

  Then they heard a voice boom, “You will suck that fake cock into your throats until your noses touch, and then you will pull back until just the heads of the dildo are in your mouths. You will continue to do this until told to stop, and if you get out of sync, the punishment will get worse. Are these instructions clear slaves?”

  Still staring at each other they nodded and mumbled, “Yef Mafter,” through their dildo filled mouths. They never lost eye contact as their mouths slithered over the twin headed dildo, each of them taking half of the eighteen inches into their throats. When their noses touched they slowly retreated and they started to think this would be fun, even though it had pulled the hooks deeper into the bum holes. It was stressful, but not excruciating. But their intense focus on the task at hand temporarily made them forget what else was to come, at least until it began.

  They had just reached the heads of the dildos and started back down them when the first blows fell.

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  Jada and Jadwa nearly swallowed the dildo in an instant, as they lurched forward from the two quick cracks of the brother’s floggers. The multi-stranded whips were only designed to sting, not scourge the flesh, but the surprise sent the girls pitching forward. Amazingly they did it nearly in unison, at least not enough off pace to prompt a call for a worse punishment.

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  THWACK!

  Blows fell again and again, the slaves struggling to maintain the unified cock sucking while their buttocks started to blaze with painful heat. After two dozen whip cuts it stopped for a minute with both girls still focused on their task, despite the intense heat flaring up in their rumps and their candle kissed teats. Regardless of these feelings their pussies continued to pulse and leak down their thighs. Jadwa was actually on the brink of a climax, so addicted to pain now that it brought her pleasure all by itself.

  Then came the studded paddles, the loud THUD proclaiming their overture against their punished posteriors. Unprepared again they made their first misstep, lunging down onto the cocks while only halfway back from the last throat dive. Their faces actually banged together at their foreheads, and as they scrambled to regain composure, the paddles impacted them again. It seemed that their mistake instigated the brothers to fire a flurry of blows; clearly intent on not letting them maintain any rhythm in their sucking. But they did their best, even though they failed miserably and had now earned a final painful ending to this extreme evening.

  Two dozen rapid whacks of the paddles left their rumps bruised and throbbing, but Jadwa also experienced a terrifyingly intense orgasm, crying out, “Thank you Mafter,” even as she tried to continue sucking her half of the dildo. They had been trained to thank the author of any climax they experienced, no matter the circumstance. This actually made the brothers stop and stare at her.

  Her master said, “You just climaxed slave?” even though he could clearly see her pussy clenching and pulsing as the orgasm ravaged her sex.

  “Yef Mafter,” she mumbled, barely able to get the garbled words out around her pseudo-cock.

  “Did you come Jada?” asked her Master, a bit perturbed that his slave had not climaxed like her sister, but also understanding how rare a slave that Jadwa actually was.

  Feeling humiliated and like a failure, she whimpered, “No Mafter,” still sucking on the dong in her mouth. She was a bit jealous of her sister, having seen her climax from pain alone before, and wondering why she couldn’t do it too. But she also knew that Jadwa was not permitted to come, so she would pay for that perverse part of her sexuality.

  “Why don’t you catch up your cunt brother?” Jadwa’s Master said, as he pointed to the flared handle of his paddle. “While I beat mine a while longer for coming without permission.”

  Jada’s Master, taking his cue from his brother, turned his paddle around and rammed the handle into her pussy. Like a jackhammer he pounded it in and out of her swampy sex, making her squeal and groan like any girl who was being roughly fucked. At the same time the sound of Jadwa’s buttocks receiving another dozen blows added to the perversely erotic sounds that filled the room.

  “You may come my hot little slut,” Jada’s Master said, and she squealed in delight as the wooden shaft inside her sent her spiraling into a powerful climax.

  Poor Jadwa was struggling not to climax, as the last dozen blows made her sex feel so electric she had to strain to fight another one from taking her. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stopped, shortly after Jada had started to climax, an occurrence that made it even harder to fend off the one Jadwa felt was demanding release. Then they were ordered to release the cocks from their mouths in order to thank their Masters properly.

  As the slimy rubber phallus fell to the floor, they chimed, “Thank you for allowing us to climax Master!” in unison, their voices sounding ecstatic. “We are honored to suffer for your pleasure!” It was a line they had planned to use and the situation clearly made it relevant.

  “Would you like to get fucked cunts?”

  “If it pleases you…YES MASTER!” they cried out, the lust apparent in the emotional reply.

  Stepping behind them the men guided thei
r rock hard cocks at the girls’ winking pussies, nudging the heads into the slick openings. Then they lunged, spearing deep into the bound slaves aching holes. Cries of passionate delight echoed around the room as Jada and Jadwa felt the ultimate reward a slave pursues, the heated flesh of a Master deep inside her body. They ground their hips into them, rubbing their cocks around inside them before they started to fuck them. And fuck them they did, hard and fast, with no gentleness in any form.

  To make it even more intense, they used the leather cords holding the hooks in the rumps like reins, pulling and tugging their hair and the hooks hard. They wailed from the pain and pleasure that consumed them and soon started to cry, ‘Please Master!’ over and over. This was the only acceptable plea from a slave to indicate her inability to resist an impending orgasm. The men merely smiled, hoping they would fail again and make this night even more interesting.

  “Not yet cunts! When you feel our cocks deep in your bowels,” with both brothers tugging the hooks deeper up their arses, “Only then may you come…no more pleading now but screaming is acceptable.” Said Jada’s Master, while he and his brother slammed their bodies into the slaves’ battered buttocks.

  The command turned them into a pair of wordless animals, grunting and squealing as their bodies were ruthlessly used and the climax that could ease the pain was denied them. The earlier release that they had poured into the slaves’ bellies had fortified them with extended stamina this time out and they both rutted like wild beasts into the captured flesh they had purchased. Sweet perspiration was dripping from their heaving tits, sending little droplets into the wax jars to sizzle in the hot liquid. The scent from their evaporating sweat mingled with the fragrant candles to produce a sickly sweet aroma permeating the swooning slaves’ nostrils.

  It went on for ages it seemed, hard pounding cocks making their pussies ache to come and their bodies quiver from pent up lust, as they fought to fend off the climax. They struggled and strained, their taut bodies now covered by perspiration, their passions built to an intensity few would dare to pursue…and still they wrestled to hold off the inevitable. Having failed once already their resolve was solid, even under the duress that assailed every fiber of their being. Just after they both looked at each other with the same desperate expression did it suddenly stop, the ravaging penises suddenly withdrawn from inside them. They stared wide-eyed at each other, a moment of sudden peace, and then the plugs were viciously pulled from their bums with the cords pulled back, slamming the backs of their heads into the pillories.