Felicia (12 page)

Selim fitted her with a different collar. This one was wide and stiff, forcing her to keep her chin up. She wondered why she had to wear it now. Selim clipped a leash to the single big D-ring that dangled from the front of it. As soon as he had, Felicia began to get onto her hands and knees, but he stopped her. He then ordered her to put her hands behind her back. Again, she obeyed, expecting him to tie her, or cuff her, but all he did was order her to keep them that way.

This was something new, and new things always turned out badly for her. Nonetheless, she walked along docilely behind the eunuch. He led her along an unfamiliar route. That was also new. Felicia felt her stomach slowly knotting up. It occurred to her that the collar made her keep her head at a perfect angle for her to perform fellatio… or just have her mouth fucked. The thought repulsed her, but she knew it was going to happen sooner or later anyway. After being humiliated in front of all those men and being anally raped just a little while later, maybe it would be just as well to get the next disgusting part over with.

She thought back to what Neha had told her. She didn’t really have many choices. In fact, she had almost none, and she had no hopes at all of rescue. But she did have that one tiny sliver of hope that she could be put into the harem. To win that reward, she would have to be submissive, no matter what she was forced to do, and try very hard to please the sheik, as well as whatever man he might choose to give her to for the night. She hated being reduced to that, but what else could she do? Really, what else could she do?

Selim led her up to a set of massive wooden double doors and knocked loudly. After a moment, the doors opened.

Chapter Ten

She hadn’t known what to expect when the doors opened, but she was sure that whatever it was would be unpleasant. What she had not expected to see was a dinner party, with all the men who had witnessed her degradation earlier seated around a wide table piled high with food and drink. The smell of the food reminded her that she’d only been allowed to eat a very little for the past day and a half. Her stomach growled.

The men sent up a happy shout when they saw her standing in the doorway, naked and collared. She wanted to cover herself with her hands, even though those same men had seen her naked before and even put their hands all over her. She could have done so, since she wasn’t bound, but Selim had ordered her to put her hands behind her and keep them there, so she laced her fingers together tightly.

The sheik was seated at the head of the table. He rose, and all of the guests fell silent immediately.

“This lovely young slut no longer has a virgin ass,” he announced. “She is quite tight yet, and most enjoyable!”

Felicia could feel herself blushing in shame. The guests might have suspected what the sheik had done to her, but having it announced like that was terrible. It was just awful. And she had to stand there.

It would get worse, she knew. After the sheik had raped her for the first time in the harem, she had been strung up and whipped before a group of his men who afterwards gang-raped her. Was the sheik planning on doing something like that again? Oh, God, please, no! She was terribly sore already, and she didn’t think that any amount of lubricant could keep her from being fucked raw. She felt her ass puckering up at the thought.

“Tell my guests how it felt, slut,” the sheik ordered.

Felicia froze, her mouth open. She had no idea what to say, no idea at all. The only thing she was sure of was that he didn’t want to hear her tell the truth, that it had been painful and humiliating, with the most humiliating part being when he came.

“See?” the sheik laughed, though his eyes blazed angrily at Felicia. “She was so overcome by her experience that she cannot find the words!”

That look in his piercing dark eyes galvanized Felicia into speaking.

“It was wonderful, master!” she spoke up quickly. “It… it was unlike anything else I have ever experienced!” That part, at least, was completely true. “It was an honor to serve you, my master!” She hoped that she sounded sincere. She hoped desperately that she sounded sincere.

“Come to me, my pretty little slave,” the sheik said with a smile. Felicia started to go around the table, but Selim pulled her up short.

“No, you stupid slut,” the sheik said. He was still smiling. “Crawl to me along the table. Let all of my guests see you.”

Felicia looked at the table. She might be able to get up on it from the floor, but it wouldn’t be easy. And, while there was a dazzling white tablecloth covering it, it didn’t appear to be thick enough to protect her knees from the hard wood beneath it. The only good thing she could see was that the table was wide enough for her to crawl between the cups and plates. But she would also be within easy reach of all those men, who had already felt her up before and seemed eager to do it again. She really didn’t want to do it, but she had been made to do so many things that appalled her already, that this just didn’t seem to be all that big a thing.

Selim helped her up onto the table. She held still as he removed her leash, and realized that when she was on all fours the collar forced her to keep her head up, as if she was proud to be displaying herself in this way. She crawled along slowly, trying to be very careful about where she placed her hands and knees. The collar made it difficult. And all the while she felt men’s hands reaching out to fondle her breasts, or her thighs, or her calves, or any other part of her they could get to. From time to time she had to stop completely, wincing, until whoever had seized her by one of her nipple rings let go.

The table hadn’t appeared to be especially large at first, but by the time she reached the sheik she felt as if she’d crawled for half a mile on a flat, hard rock infested with pinching insects. He smiled warmly up at her, and she gave an inward sigh of relief.

“She is a beautiful young bitch, is she not?” the sheik asked his guests. All of them agreed that she was, indeed.

“And she is learning obedience, albeit slowly,” he went on. “It is well-known that blonde women are not especially intelligent, and this one is undoubtedly a real blonde. Spread your knees to show my guests, slut.”

Never mind that his guests had already had plenty of time to see that the tuft of hair between her legs was almost the same shade as the hair on her head. Felicia obeyed, looking behind her as best she could with that damned restrictive collar around her neck. She knew that this put her pussy on prominent display for the far end of the table, but she had no tears left for crying. She would have obeyed anyway, out of fear of another brutal whipping, but now she had the prospect of earning a place in the harem to give her an additional reason.

It soon turned out that posing on all fours on the table, shifting her weight subtly from time to time to ease the pressure on her knees and feeling hands groping her naked body was the easy part of this latest humiliation. The hard part was being so close to so much delicious-smelling food and not being able to help herself to any of it. She felt her stomach growl mildly again and hoped that it hadn’t been loud enough for any of the men to hear. Then it growled again. She knew that they had heard it when they all laughed. She looked towards the sheik nervously, worried that she’d committed some offense, but he wasn’t even looking at her.

It was increasingly uncomfortable on the table. Felicia’s knees began to hurt, and the damned collar was digging into her neck and chin. But she didn’t dare to try to change her pose. She hadn’t been told to. She could see and hear the men eating. She could also hear them making comments to each other, and she knew that they were talking about her… or, more exactly, her body, because every so often a comment would be accompanied by a squeeze of her thigh or a pat on her ass or fingers brushing against her breasts or flicking the rings through her nipples. She endured it all, wondering how she might induce one of them to give her even a little bit of the dinner. Sometimes, she also wondered what was in store for her next. Whatever it was, she knew she would submit to it. A part of her hated herself for that weakness. But what else could she do?

The sheik more or less ignored her throughout the rest of the meal. Her discomfort grew along with her hunger, but at least the guests gradually lost interest in touching her. Towards the end of the meal, servants came in bringing coffee for the guests and taking away the dishes. One of them brought a small tray to the sheik, bowed and laid it on the table in front of him. Felicia could see that there were six or eight things on the tray, all about the size of meatballs but composed of rice with brown and red and green bits mixed in. Since the tray was almost right under her nose, she could smell it clearly, and it smelled incredibly delicious.

“Are you hungry, slut?” the sheik asked her after another servant had poured him a small cup of thick, black, strong-smelling coffee.

“Yes, master,” Felicia answered promptly. She didn’t add that by now she was thirsty as well. She watched as he picked up one of them delicately between his thumb and forefinger. He held it up to within inches of her face, and her mouth watered. She swallowed.

“If you say what I tell you to say, I will give you this morsel,” he said to her.

“Yes, master,” Felicia agreed. The low murmur of table conversation from the guests dwindled into an expectant silence that she could almost feel.

“Tell my guests that you are an adulteress,” he ordered. “Speak loudly enough for them to hear, or you will receive nothing.”

“I am an adulteress!” Felicia cried out. She looked hopefully at the rice ball in the sheik’s hand. As he moved it slowly closer, she opened her mouth, half-expecting him to snatch it away at the last minute. Instead, he thrust it, slowly and deliberately, between her lips. She let him take his time and waited until he had taken his hand away and nodded to her. Then she ate it, quickly and ravenously. It was almost too hot and spicier than she had expected, but after so long without a real meal it was delicious beyond her imaginings. She chewed and swallowed.

“Thank you, master,” she said.

“Would you care for another?” the sheik asked, a faint smile playing about his lips.

“Yes, please, master,” Felicia replied quickly.

He picked up a second rice ball. Felicia eyed it hungrily.

“Now you must tell my guests that you are a slut,” he said.

“I am a slut!” Felicia called out. She wasn’t really thinking about what she was being made to do. All she could think of was earning that next savory bite. As before, he pushed it into her mouth. He watched her eat it intently, still smiling. Felicia felt a hand sliding slowly up and down her inner thigh, a touch so light and sensuous that under almost any other circumstances she would have found it arousing. Now, she was able to ignore it.

“For this one,” the sheik said to her, holding up the third rice ball, “You must tell my guests that you are a whore.”

Two mouthfuls had done more to sharpen Felicia’s hunger than sate it. Even so, what she had been told to say to earn a third made her hesitate for a fleetingly brief moment.

“I am a whore!” she wailed, and held her mouth open. She closed her eyes as the sheik thrust it between her lips. It was just like the first two, but somehow it didn’t taste quite as good. Nonetheless, she ate it.

She could not bring herself to look at the sheik after she had swallowed the last of it. She was still hungry, very hungry, but feeling shamed as well. And the fingers caressing both of her inner thighs, while as soft and insinuating as ever, were now harder to ignore.

“Are you still hungry, my pretty little slave?” the sheik asked, a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

“Yes, master,” Felicia answered dully. What would he make her say now?

“Then here,” he said to her as he pushed another rice ball towards her. “Eat.”

“Thank you, master,” she said warily as she opened her mouth. This fourth rice ball was more sweet than spicy. In its own way, it was just as delectable as the first three. She chewed and swallowed it carefully, expecting some trick, but none came. She began to feel more at ease, and then remembered that she was naked, on all fours on a table surrounded by men, being fed by hand. Her sense of shame began to creep back. But she had already submitted, and she was still hungry, and what did it matter, anyway? If it was not this, she would be made to perform some other degrading act. At least this way she was getting something into her belly.

“Do you like it when I put things into your mouth, slave?” the sheik asked.

Felicia’s mouth worked, but no words came out. “Yes, master,” she managed to say at last.

“Open your mouth then, slut,” he ordered. She obeyed, and this time he thrust his thumb into her mouth.

“Suck on it, slut,” he commanded. “Suck on it and I will give you another.”

Felicia closed her eyes. If it had just been a matter of getting another bite of food, she would have drawn back and refused. But it wasn’t that simple here. If she did that, she would show defiance and embarrass her captor in front of his guests, and the punishment that would come from
that
would almost certainly have her begging for death long before it was over. And they might even grant her wish, if it suited them. So she sucked, softly and thoroughly, feeling the feather-light touch of those fingers between her legs again, distracting her, but not enough to make her stop.

“Good slut,” the sheik said as he pulled his thumb out of her mouth. He pressed another sweet rice ball to her lips. She did not dare refuse it any more than she dared refuse his thumb. She chewed and swallowed without enjoyment.

“Now,” the sheik held up yet another rice ball. “Do you like to be fucked by a man, slut? Answer, and answer fully. A simple ‘yes’ will not be enough.”

“Yes, master,” Felicia said. “I like to be fucked by a man.”

“I did not hear you clearly, you bitch,” the sheik said. He was smiling evilly.

“I like to be fucked by a man, master!” Felicia said. She ate the morsel he put in her mouth, but barely noticed what it tasted like this time. She watched as her captor took up another rice ball.