Their Lives as Harem Slaves
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He fully intended to whip them until they both climaxed again, and his whip cracked and welted their flesh for eighteen strokes before Jadwa screamed out with her second orgasm. But he did not stop until five cuts later when Jada shouted out, “Thank you Master!” her voice cracking with strain. He dropped the whip and walked around to face them and stand just behind the kneeling Jadwa.
She continued fucking them with her fists, his order still in force until he chose to end it. She was focused on her task, which was why she hardly noticed when he grasped her wrists and yanked her arms down. It was so quick that she could not unclench her hands. The result was the loudest combined scream yet, as both her fists came roughly free of the girls’ cunts. It pulled their tit ropes even tighter before their small openings widened enough to allow the fists to spring painfully free from inside them.
He lifted Samihah to her feet facing the girls and said, “Look at those sweet tits, we should lick them clean.”
Their roped tits were turning slowly purple under the immense strain, but he was referring the rivulets of milk seeping from their bloated nipples. He whispered, “You suck baby sister Tessa’s tits while I suck big sister Emma’s,” using their old names to further humiliate his victims.
“Yes Master,” Samihah replied and then she took one of Jadwa’s oozing nipples between her lips. She sucked gently; feeling the great strain the soft flesh was enduring. At first Jadwa gasped in pain, but soon she was moaning as her mother fed from her breast, her gentle lips a stark contrast to the fire burning along her chest wall. Likewise Jada had her nipples suckled by Herr Schmidt, but not as gently as her mother tended to Jadwa’s. She still registered it as a small pleasure amid a course of unspeakable agony.
He tired of it shortly and stepped back, to say, “Slave Samihah, face me!”
She turned and looked at him, her face painted with a mask of composure, the look of a slave awaiting her Master’s wishes. He smiled and said, “Would you like me to release them?”
“When it pleases you Master.”
“It would please me to lie on that divan and have you use you mouth, cunt, and arse to service my cock while I watch the girls suffer a bit more. If you show me the proper enthusiasm I may release them after I fill your bum with spunk,” he said as he led her over to the piece of furniture.
He lay on his back after dropping his pants, his ass at the edge of the couch and his cock bobbing up at attention. He parted his legs and she crawled between them and slowly engulfed his member within her soft wet lips. She sucked him slowly at first, exploring his cock with her lips and tongue. Then she slid it down her throat and started to bob with vigor, pounding his cock deep into her throat with each thrust.
He reclined and watched Jada and Jadwa as they hung there nearly silent now with just small whimpers barely escaping their lips. Their breasts were darkening even more and remembering his past transgressions decided not to make Samihah work too hard since he was ready to end this session.
“Turn and squat on my cock with your cunt bitch, but don’t dare obstruct my view!” he shouted.
Samihah gracefully released his cock from her mouth, spun around and assumed a cramped position to accommodate his demand. She had to squash her breasts into her thighs as she slid her slick sex onto his cock to obey his order, and then she was forced to rock in place. He offered no help; lying still and making her do all the work. She rocked in short hard bursts, grinding her sex against him each time he was deep inside her. She squeezed her internal muscles against his pulsing member, using every trick she knew to goad him to climax.
When he ordered her to spin around and move his cock into her ass, she gladly complied, now two thirds of the way toward her goal. She raked her fingers across his chest as she rode him, his attention now on her instead of the girls. She saw the hunger in his eyes and wanted to feed it, squeezing her sphincter tight around his cock while she rode him with wild abandon. Her own pussy felt ready to climax, but without permission she fought back those feelings.
Shortly after she started this round, he said, “I can end their suffering for the night slave, but my desires still require more suffering. Agree to come back to my chambers and serve my needs and I will have your Master’s guards release the girls.”
Still riding his cock, she said, “This slave would be happy to service you further Master, if her owner permits it,” wanting him to know who she truly served.
“Loyalty to your true owner is admirable, but he knows my designs already, he said, before yelling out, “Guards, remove the sluts!”
Samihah watched as two guards quickly entered the room and moved toward the whimpering slaves hanging behind her. It was then that Herr Schmidt went to work, now pounding his cock hard into her ass from below her. She gasped when she felt his member stiffen and pulse his seed deep into her ass, while the sounds of screams erupted from behind her.
The girls were lifted and helped back onto the crates, causing them additional pain and invoking the screams Samihah heard. Then the ropes holding their tits up were cut and the guards carried them from the room. Samihah saw her wounded kittens carried away, leaving her alone with this consummate sadist.
Schmidt grabbed her tits and used them as handles to lift himself to a sitting position facing her, “I have yet to hear your screams slave, I will rectify that soon enough!”
He pushed her off his cock and she slid to her knees on the floor, and just as quick he grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward his cum streaked cock. “Suck it clean slut!!” he barked.
She obeyed, sucking and licking every remnant of their coupling from his member. When she was done she helped him into his pants and then followed him back to his room, wondering what anguish awaited her. But after the scene she just had with him and her girls, her own submissive needs were running rampant within her. He had no idea that instead of a totally fear wracked slave, he was about to use one that craved the pain he would dispense.
Chapter 12: Samihah Suffers
The guards carried the barely conscious Jadwa and Jada to a room close by and laid them on their backs on separate tables. The Sheik was there and under his guidance the three men released the ropes from their dark purple breasts. They cried and shrieked as the ropes were removed and the blood circulation returned, a fresh dose of pain added to the vast amount they had just endured. Once they were freed from the ropes the Sheik gently kneaded the flesh, checking for permanent damage and making them cringe and squeal again. Even the most gentle touches against their abused orbs felt like knives cutting into them, once the pressure within them had been released.
When he was satisfied they looked like they would recover, he said to his guards, “Be careful removing the arm binders and make them comfortable, the Dr. will be here soon to examine them.” Then he left them, knowing he had to watch what would come next after Schmidt had Samihah in his quarters. So far Herr Schmidt had followed his plan to the letter, taking the girls to the brink of damage before relenting and now he had Samihah for another round of sadistic abuse. He returned to the room where he viewed the first scene and adjusted the monitors to Schmidt’s room, just after he had entered it with Samihah.
Schmidt led her to the center of the room and fastened leather cuffs around her wrists. Then he connected them to each other with a padlock and fitted a hook to the lock. He lowered a chain in front of her and attached her bound wrists to it, before raising it up until her arms were straight above her head and her toes barely touched the floor. She still wore her slippers and pants, but he quickly removed them, kicking the shoes off her feet and tearing her pants to shreds in a dramatic fashion, while she simply remained quiescent.
Once she was naked he raised her a few more inches, leaving her hanging just above the floor, her toes pointed downward inches above the floor. Then he started to explore her body with his hands, sometimes massaging, but often pinching and twisting her helpless flesh. He teased her nipples until they were rigid and them clamped them with evil se
“Is it getting harder to breathe yet slave?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she replied, knowing from her training that hanging by the wrists put pressure on her diaphragm and made breathing difficult. It was not a position a slave should be left in for long without risking asphyxiation.
“I think you can stand it a bit longer, at least until I can see you dance from the cut f my whip,” he said, unfurling his long bullwhip in front of her.
She smiled at him and said, “Thank you Master this slave hopes she pleases you.”
He stared at her, half impressed and half annoyed at her serene look, preferring to instill visible fear in his women. He walked about in front of her cracking the whip loudly, but not hitting her yet, and she never cringed or looked scared. Then he stepped behind her and after a few more loud cracks of the whip, he laid it straight across her bare buttocks. It wrapped around her waist and he yanked it back while it gripped her, setting her body spinning in place. She let out a loud gasp as the pain took her by surprise, but otherwise her demeanor remained the same, as she spun around in front of him.
That seemed to encourage him to try harder and three rapid strikes later he forced a small squeal from Samihah when the end of the whip caught and removed one of her nipple clips. It nicked her bud slightly causing a drop of blood to form on her nipple. Seeing it, he walked up to her and sucked it from her tit, liking the taste of slave blood in his mouth. Then he casually picked up the clamp and attached it again. He slapped her tit before stepping back and drawing his whip back to deliver more abuse.
Samihah felt the burning welts from his whip deep in her flesh, her need for pain to quell her guilt just beginning. After her session with the Sheik she had felt better about herself and now she started to realize she needed her masochistic desires fulfilled. She wondered how she could tell her Master, or even if she should, but without regular punishments she felt wrong. She was trained to suffer, and as Schmidt’s whip continued to burn streaks across her flesh, she returned to the state of mind that fit her…a slave’s state of mind.
A dozen lashes painted irregular stripes of pain all around her twisting body, but Samihah absorbed it like it was sustenance. Her pain cleansing her of her new responsibilities, returning her to the way of living in the moment she learned under the ruthless domination that began her slavery. Herr Schmidt put down his whip and walked around her hanging body, running his hands over the welts he just inscribed upon her body.
Then he stood in front of her and said, “You enjoy the pain don’t you slave?”
“Yes Master,” she confessed, her voice sincere.
“Then let’s see how much you can take.”
He knelt before her and attached leather cuffs to her ankles, and then stood up holding her right foot. He lifted it high and wide, hooking the cuff to another chain dangling off to her side, high up near her head. Her other leg dangled uselessly while her body was twisted into this strange position. He rectified it when he moved her left leg into the same position on the other side of her head. This left her opened wide, both her pussy and anus exposed and vulnerable.
Until now she had kept her sphincter tightly clenched, holding his semen inside her. But this position made it difficult and she could feel it start to ooze slightly despite her muscular grip. He saw it too, smiling that she managed to hold it this long. He went to a cabinet and soon returned with a huge butt plug, holding it up for her to see.
“You still hold my semen slave?” he asked.
“Yes Master, this slave did not have permission to expel it.”
“Let me help you with that slave, you look like you are struggling now,” he said, as he moved the plug down her abdomen, trailing its tip along her flesh. When reached her winking anal star, he rammed it deep into her. He pushed her backward until her chains were stretched as far as they would go, then she stopped moving and he roughly drove it into her.
She squealed again, a short high-pitched wail that lasted only moment, and once the plug was inside her she settled down again. The pain was building within her and the plug was simply a layer of it. He hung two-pound weights from each of her nipples, stretching the spiked clips ends downward, folding her nipples over her areolas. She just hissed from this newest assault, as she moved deeper into the territory of pain and suffering. The other result of this treatment was her pussy now throbbed with lust, soaked from her juices as they formed within it.
It did not go unnoticed by her captor, as Schmidt slipped his hands between her legs and groped her meaty sex lips. “Horny bitch, but of course you are, I have not allowed you to climax yet. Have I?” posing her a question she was required to answer.
“No Master, this slave has not climaxed nor received your permission to do so.”
“I won’t ask you if you want to, I know what you would say. If you satisfy me and give me what I want, then I may allow you some relief. But for now, let me continue with your adornments, I have a special plan for this little hole,” he said; now reaming her pussy with four fingers inside it.
Then he pulled away from her and went to find something, returning shortly with a black box. He opened it in front of her for her to see the two silver balls nestled within velvet cushions inside it. They were about the size of golf balls, but they were smooth with a mirror-like metal finish. He lifted one up and held it in front of her face. She saw a wire coming out of it, the balance of it still coiled up inside the box.
“The human body conducts electricity so well, especially around the mucous membranes, all that moisture you see. These two balls, when they rub up against each other in a confined space make such lovely sparks. I am sure you will enjoy it once I have them nestled deep in your dripping wet sex. Now beg me to put them into your cunt slut,” he said, the derision in his voice increasing as he spoke.
“Please put those pretty balls inside this slave’s pussy Master,” she said, her tone lilting. But inside she shuddered, having tasted electricity before, but never inside her sex. It took all her will to remain calm; as she tried to imagine what kind of agony they would cause her. She was still far from the limits of her ability to handle pain, but this was something she had yet to experience and it made her anxious.
He had yet to notice it, she hid it well, calming herself by absorbing the other pains assailing her bound body. He pulled up a stool and said, “Very well, you won’t mind if I stitch your labia closed to hold them in, would you?”
He is so evil! And so sexy! She thought, suddenly aroused by his brutish behavior and comments. She answered him by saying, “This slave serves as you wish Master.”
He grabbed her cunt hard, squashing her lips together and making Samihah hiss, as he said, “That was not an answer bitch, now beg me to sew your slutty cunt shut!”
“Please Master, sew this slave’s cunt shut so your beautiful balls won’t come out when you shock her with them!” the pain driving every word she uttered. But her desire was also flaring; this evil bastard knew how to arouse her!
He released his grip and said, “That’s better, now watch while I work, and if I catch you looking away I’ll stitch your nipples together when I’m done with your cunt!”
His words cut through her like a knife, etching her submissive needs deeply into her psyche. The harsher Herr Schmidt became with her the hotter Samihah felt, the rush of slave passion taking control of her. She watched in fascination as he slipped the balls into her sex, her own lubrication more than enough for them to easily glide inside her body. They felt cool at first, but quickly warmed inside her velvety folds. She clenched her internal muscles, keeping them inside her until he could block their exit the way he intended.
Schmidt produced a thick curved needle that was already threaded with a strong plastic line. He reached between her thighs and pinched the lower part of her sex lips together with one hand, while guiding the needle toward her sex with the other. She watched the needle approach until his other hand obstructed her view, but the feel of it piercing through her squeezed lips was undeniable and she bit her lip and she hissed lightly.
“Does it sting slave?” he said, looking up at her.
“Yes Master,” she replied, starting to enjoy the word games he was playing with her.
“Good,” he said, and then started to pull the thread through her flesh, the feeling not truly painful, but eerily invasive nonetheless. Then he made another stitch above the first, sliding his fingers up her lips a bit to create the space he needed. He pulled the thread through again, the twin stitches now squeezing her lips together, and that was painful. He kept the stitches close and managed to fit ten loops through her lips, from just above her anus to just below her clitoral hood. Her sex looked like it was laced closed, much like a football. It was tender and stung constantly, and she knew it would get worse when the balls inside her were electrified.
Now that she was sealed he took another box and connected the leads from the balls that were protruding from in between her stitched sex lips. He set it down and pulled two more wires from his pocket, connecting their ends to the box on the floor before lifting the other ends for Samihah to see. The ends terminated in another pair of clips like the ones on her nipples now, but these were far more ominous. However, in her heightened state of submission she looked at them with hunger in her eyes, now totally intent on suffering any and every indignity her Master wanted.
“Should we swap out the ones on your nips now slave?”
Knowing what he wanted she hissed, “Yes Master, this slave wants her nipples to sizzle just like her cunt!”
“There we are, the real Samihah has come out to play. Have you figured out what you are yet?”
“This slave is a pain-slut Master, it needs to suffer for your pleasure. Thank you for drawing her out Master, it hopes it pleases you when present it with your electric pain.”
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