by S. J. Lewis
“A shame,” the sheik said sadly. “I must go soon myself. If we both had more time, I would give you this slut to enjoy for the night. She is most excellently trained to give pleasure to men.”
“I am sure, sayyid. I am sure. May I have your leave to go now?”
“Yes. You may go.”
The vile scene didn’t end for Felicia for a little while longer. Men still wanted to fondle her, tweak her nipples, and feel her up. The women by now had worked up the nerve to do a little prodding and probing of their own. They seemed unnaturally fascinated by the rings through her pussy lips. She earnestly wished that they would all find out how they felt first-hand, and soon. But finally she was allowed to clamber down awkwardly off of the table. Selim handed her her beach robe. She quickly put it on, more for the scant warmth it provided than for any attempt to salvage what was left of her dignity. She had none of that left to save. And she knew that tomorrow she would be the subject of many breakfast discussions: The beautiful young blonde with the rings.
She was allowed to put her sandals back on for the walk back to the limousine. Sabadta walked alongside her, uncharacteristically silent and thoughtful for once. The guards who rode in the SUVs all began getting back in their vehicles as they approached.
When Selim opened the door for her, Felicia saw a young woman with lovely light tan skin crouched on the floor in back. She was clad in jeans, a blouse and running shoes, and she had clearly been crying… no, still crying. Startled, Felicia stopped in her tracks.
“Enter the vehicle and pay no attention to her,” the sheik ordered. Felicia obeyed. The young woman moved away as they all entered, but could get no further away than the far side of the back seat.
As the vehicle started up, her master looked into Felicia’s eyes. “You wonder who she is,” he said with a smug smile.
“Yes, master,” Felicia acknowledged.
“Well, since you have behaved so well tonight, I will tell you. Do you remember the man who was so uninterested in your beautiful body and so anxious to get away?”
“Yes, master,” Felicia replied warily.
“He wronged me terribly in a business arrangement,” her master said as he looked at the cowering young woman. “He is a liar and a thief. I would have been within my rights to have him killed. Instead, I have taken his youngest and prettiest daughter as my newest slave. He offered me his fourth wife in her stead, and I was quite tempted, for she is a very beautiful and very youthful Italian. But Italian women are difficult to train properly and sometimes grow fat as they age. Besides, his fourth wife is of no blood relation to him, while his daughter most certainly is. I wanted him to see you so that he would know what his daughter could look forward to.” He leaned closer to the girl, who could not shrink back any further away from him, though she tried. Her tears started up again.
“She is about your age,” her master said to Felicia. “She has studied a little abroad, and can speak some English. Take her under your wing, my lovely blonde slut. She will need someone to explain her new position in the world.”
“Yes, master,” Felicia replied with a shudder.
Chapter Eighteen
“No, no, no, please, master, no!” Felicia knew that she was blubbering like a baby, but she didn’t care. She was strapped down on that damned examination table. Heavy leather straps kept her feet securely in the stirrups. Her hands were strapped together over her head and fastened securely to something on the back of the table. Another wide leather strap held her waist down. For all that, she was still struggling wildly. The doctor finished swabbing something on her clitoris and straightened up, looking displeased.
“If you keep wriggling like that you run the risk of injuring yourself,” he said angrily. “I can’t be held responsible if you do that.”
“Be easy, doctor,” the sheik said. “She is frightened.”
“I already told her once the anesthetic kicks in she won’t feel anything but a little pressure,” the doctor said. “Stupid bitch,” he muttered.
Felicia could still turn her head. She looked pleadingly at her master, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Please, master!” she begged. “Please! I will do anything you ask! Anything! I have been an obedient slave to you. Please do not do this to me!”
“Beg all you like,” he shrugged. “It will not help you. Neha is pierced there, and she made much less difficulty about it.”
“Aaaaahhhh!” Felicia wailed. “I know, I know, master. She told me, many times. But I am afraid! I am afraid!”
“Be afraid, if you like,” the sheik said. “But do it quietly. You are my property, slut, and I will do with you what I will.”
Felicia strained against her bonds and screamed up at the ceiling. After all the other things that had been done to her here, and all of the things she had been made to do, this should not seem to be so bad. But they were going to pierce her clit, and it was a last violation that she just could not submit to. She could not say why it seemed so terrible to her, but it did. No amount of advice from Neha could change that. She fell back onto the table, panting and trembling. She had never gotten used to the feeling of the rings through her labia. They had always made her feel dirty and defiled. She could endure them, but only just. A ring, or even just a stud, as Neha had, through her clitoris was something she didn’t think she could bear at all. She could promise her master anything he wanted in an attempt to bargain her way out of this, but she already knew that she would give him anything he wanted anyway, sooner or later, so she had nothing to bargain with. It made her feel more keenly than ever that she was nothing but a female slave.
The doctor moved closer to her, thinking that she had cried herself out, but she hadn’t. The moment Felicia felt his hands on her she screamed and bucked, straining to pull her legs together even though she knew she couldn’t. The doctor stepped back, frowning.
“This is going to take forever,” he complained. “Stupid bitch! Why can’t you just let me do my job here?”
Felicia raised her head and snarled at him, a wild madness in her eyes. Even though she was securely strapped down, the doctor backed up a step.
“I suppose we must do something,” the sheik said calmly. “I do not have so much time to waste, and she is frightening little Feyna here.” He indicated the slender young brown-skinned girl who crouched, naked and wide-eyed, at his feet. There was a metal collar secured around her slender neck. A light chain was attached to it, and sheik Ismail held the free end securely. It was a pleasant thing to have the beloved youngest daughter of your enemy a naked slave at your feet. She had been submissive but almost inert in bed so far. He had thought that showing her how other slaves were treated here might make her more willing to participate, but so far all that it had done was scare her almost witless. Well, she might well be more pliable and willing to learn after this, but he had not thought that his sweet, submissive blonde slut would make such a display of herself when the time came. She was still struggling, still trying to pull herself free, her bosom heaving as she gasped for air. That was a stimulating sight, as was the way the muscles stood out in her long, shapely legs. But it was not helpful, and he did not want to be here all day until she finally gave in from sheer exhaustion. He looked down at Feyna and jiggled her chain leash so that she would look back up at him. Her expression was still one of horror, but he rather liked to look at her small, delicate, conical breasts. She had very dark nipples. Silver rings would look quite pleasing through them. But those could wait.
“Shall I give her the injection, then?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, I suppose so,” the sheik agreed. “I had hoped to look into her eyes when you pierced her, but that is a small thing that I can forego now.”
“All right,” the doctor shrugged. He swabbed a spot on the blonde slut’s thigh and then picked up a hypodermic from the tray. He jabbed it expertly into her and injected the drug. The blonde slut shrieked at the prick of the needle as if she had been stabbed with a sword and
started to buck against her bonds again. It did her no good. The doctor emptied the hypodermic into her, pulled out the needle and stood back.
“Five or six minutes,” he said to the sheik. “I still have to retract her labia so I can get at the thing.”
“I would appreciate it if you would let my newest slave watch the procedure,” Ismail smiled. “She has so much to learn yet.”
“As you wish,” the doctor responded. He looked at Felicia closely. She had stopped screaming and struggling, but he could see that she was shaking all over now. The drug never had that effect, so it must be because she was so terrorized. He checked his watch.
Felicia felt a terrible weakness creeping through her body, breaking down her last desperate defenses and leaving her utterly vulnerable. She summoned up the strength for one last, hopeless effort before it left her completely limp. It failed, as had all of her previous tries. She could still sob.
“If you want her to see, bring her over and have her stand here,” the doctor said to the sheik. “I’m going to get this one ready.”
Ismail urged Feyna to her feet. It was clear that she didn’t want to see any of the proceedings, but she didn’t resist. Her expression of horror only grew as she saw the doctor using strips of black tape to pull open the blonde slut’s pussy lips and hold them in place. Her clitoris was clearly visible now, still partly protected by its delicate fleshy hood.
“A stud, or a ring?” the doctor asked.
“I think a small ring,” the sheik replied. “We can replace it with a stud later, but a ring will be more obtrusive and serve as a constant reminder of her status for now.”
“All right,” the doctor nodded. He made his last preparations.
It was just as Neha had told her it would be. All Felicia felt as her clitoris was pierced was a moment of uncomfortable pressure, quickly over. She managed a weak and breathy moan instead of the final shriek of outrage she had wanted to make. For all of the drugs coursing through her system, and in spite of the topical local anesthetic, she felt every bit of the ring being inserted. She wept.
“Glad that’s over,” the doctor said. “I suggest you let her rest for a while, but keep her hands secured so that she doesn’t try to remove it.”
“Thank you, doctor,” the sheik nodded. “Is it safe to leave her as she is for a while?”
“What? Oh, yes, certainly. If you tried to get her off of there now she’d just fall down. Give her half an hour or so to recover before you move her.”
“Understood, doctor,” the sheik nodded. “She will be well taken care of.”
Other S J Lewis Novels from Pink Flamingo Publications:
The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories
Vacation
Female Prey
The Elusive Prey
Claudia's Surrender: The Case of the Reluctant Submissive
Urban Prey
Hunting Party
Marie's Descent
Augustin's Island
Tanya, BDSM Erotica
Krissy
The Novice Prey
Disappeared
Gordburg
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