Felicia (16 page)

The next hint that something had changed was when the big eunuch led her into an unfamiliar part of the sheik’s compound. Parts of the place, like her cell, were dark and dreary. Other parts, like the doctor’s suite, were antiseptic, clinical, and frightening. Still other parts were well and expensively furnished, like the harem, or the dining hall, or the chamber where she had first seen the sheik. But the part Selim led her through now was opulent in a very Oriental way, with thick carpets that were soft and warm under her bare feet, rich wall hangings and ornate fixtures. She saw some men, clad in desert robes but carrying very modern-looking weapons, standing guard at various locations, and felt their eyes crawling over her as she was led along by the chain attached to her pussy. She had never seen them before. She was sure that they had never seen her before either, and it was somehow a special shame for them to see her for the first time like this. Rather than see them staring hungrily at her, even out of the corners of her eyes, she fixed her gaze on the floor and concentrated on following along after Selim.

At length he brought her to a massive double door set in a stone archway. Instead of knocking at it, he pulled on a length of braided yellow cord that hung down from the ceiling. When he did that Felicia dimly heard a bell ringing on the opposite side of the door. After a moment, one of the doors opened. A young woman, clad in a loose-fitting light gray robe and hood that completely concealed her body and even the lower part of her face, via a gauzy veil, appeared. Selim bowed to her and handed over the end of Felicia’s chain to her. The woman bowed back, and Selim left.

The woman regarded Felicia for a moment with dark, kohl-rimmed eyes. Felicia wouldn’t look back at her. She worried for a moment that she might pull up on the chain as the old woman had, but instead all she did was step aside and gesture for Felicia to enter. Felicia obeyed.

The room was vast, the roof supported by fluted columns, the far wall open to the evening air. Felicia could see the first stars coming out in the darkening sky. She smelled jasmine, and patchouli, and some other strange flowery scent. There was a low, wide bed off to one side, a table and chairs near the open part, and, jarringly, a computer on a desk on the opposite wall from the bed. The center of the room was strewn with cushions and pillows. Two other women in the same concealing light gray robes as the first ones were lounging on either side of a low couch in attendance to Abou, who rose and smiled as he saw Felicia.

“Ah, the lovely young hellcat,” he chuckled as she slowly approached. “You frightened my poor Anulka very badly, you know.” The robe he wore was blue silk, and reached to the floor.

“I am very sorry, lord,” Felicia replied, her eyes downcast. Proper etiquette, as she had been painfully taught, called for her to kneel, but the woman who had answered the door was holding the chain just a bit too high for her to do that. Felicia began to kneel anyway, and was relieved when the woman mercifully lowered her arm. Abou took the end of the chain from the woman once Felicia was on her knees.

“I like a little fire in my women,” Abou said. “It makes it all the sweeter when they submit. Anulka was becoming far too complacent in any case. It is good for her to be made uneasy.” He pulled lightly on the chain. Felicia winced, but stayed on her knees.

“Bind her hands,” Abou ordered. The woman who had opened the door scurried off. Felicia obediently put her hands behind her and waited. After a moment, the woman returned and went behind Felicia. Felicia heard a metallic click. When the woman came back into view, she furtively tugged at her wrists and found that she was indeed secured. Abou chuckled.

“Are you trained, slave?” he asked.

“Yes, lord,” Felicia responded promptly.

“We shall see,” he said. Abruptly, he dropped the end of the chain and moved away. He went back to the couch and sat down on the edge of it. Felicia waited for a command.

“Come here, slut,” Abou ordered. Felicia got to her feet. She had had to do that with her hands bound behind her so often that she could do it gracefully now. She walked towards the man, being very, very careful not to accidentally step on her chain. She got back on her knees when she was close to him and waited, head bowed.

“Look at me, slut,” Abou ordered. She looked up at him, trying to keep her face expressionless. He peered into her eyes intently.

“I can see it in your eyes, slave,” he said after a moment. “You hate this. Don’t you?”

“Yes, lord,” Felicia answered.

“Good.” He smiled. He unbelted his robe and threw it open. The two women to either side of his couch immediately rose and came over to him. They both knelt down. One reached out with a slender hand and began to stroke his cock lightly.

“You will suck, slut,” Abou said to Felicia. “You will suck, and you will swallow, and you will keep your eyes on mine the whole time. I want to see the shame and disgust in your eyes. Do you understand?”

Felicia swallowed. “Yes, lord,” she said.

He held up a small key that hung from a gold chain around his thick neck. “If you please me, I will unlock your pussy. Would you like that, slave?”

“Yes, lord,” Felicia answered. What else could she say? He would unlock her pussy anyway when he wanted to fuck her, unless… She suddenly thought of another way he could use her body and felt sick. She was trained for anal sex now – or at least conditioned for it – but she loathed it more each time she was subjected to it. “I will do my best to please you, lord,” she added.

“I am sure,” he said smugly. His cock was still flaccid, but not quite as much. It looked almost impossibly thick as it was. Felicia wondered how long it was when fully erect.

“Get to work, slut,” Abou ordered. Felicia bent forward and down. The woman stroking Abou’s cock held it up for her. Felicia took it in her mouth, her lips curling back from the taste and the feel of it. Then she remembered his orders and looked up at him over his cock.

“Ahhhh,” he smiled warmly. “You blonde sluts always look so beautiful with your mouths full like that. Do your job well, slave.”

All Felicia could do was look up at him and make a muffled noise of assent. Her mouth was so full of his cock now that she hoped he was fully erect. If the damned thing got any bigger she feared that she’d dislocate her jaw.

“Faster, slut,” Abou commanded. “And deeper.”

Felicia whined plaintively, but obeyed as best she could. He was thick and heavy and she dreaded what might happen when he came in her mouth. Then she felt someone jiggling her chain from somewhere behind her. Abou saw her eyes widen.

“Ah, it is very uncomfortable for you?” he laughed. “My little handmaids love to play with shiny things. Keep sucking my cock, slave, or it will go very badly for you.”

Felicia wanted to bite. She wouldn’t. She didn’t dare, but she wanted to very much. Giving this man a blowjob would have been hard enough without her having to keep her eyes on his or having someone playing with the chain padlocked to her labia. She became sloppy, drooling copiously around the thick slab of man-meat stuffed between her lips, and noisy, whining and grunting with each stroke of her head and each twitch of the chain. So she sucked, and sucked, as her jaws began to ache.

When he came, it was every bit as bad as she had expected it to be. Abou groaned and groaned, sending thick, salty, nasty-tasting gouts of cum into her mouth and down her throat. At the ultimate moment, one of his gray-clad slave girls put her hand on the back of Felicia’s head to keep her from pulling back. It was unnecessary. Felicia stared up at her tormentor, gagging and grunting as he emptied himself. And then it was over. Abou pulled his cock out of her mouth and leaned back as one of his slaves lovingly washed it with a soft cloth and a basin of perfumed water.

“It was quite appealing the way that your face turned red when I came, slut,” he said. “Have you swallowed it all?”

Felicia obediently opened her mouth wide so he could see that she had.

“Very good,” he grunted and nodded. “Not every slave can manage to do that. Even my lovely Anulka, as strenuously trained as she is, cannot always do it. I will tell your master how pleased I am when I see him.”

“Thank you, lord,” Felicia puffed.

“I am exceptionally large, am I not?” he asked with a nasty smile.

“Yes, lord,” Felicia readily admitted. “You are the largest that I have ever seen.”

“Hm.” Abou grunted. “Well, then, you will have something to look forward to while you await my pleasure.” He turned to his slave women. “Take this slut over to the bed and secure her there. I will want to use her later. Until then, you may play with her as you like.”

One of them led Felicia over to the bed by the chain. Felicia followed, taking quick little steps on her toes, because the woman was holding the chain up too high. She stood alongside the bed, still on her toes, as the slave women argued about something. She wasn’t sure what it was, except that it somehow involved her.

She had learned to fear women here. Men could be very cruel. Women could be utterly vicious, and they knew all the most sensitive places to hurt. Still, she didn’t put up a fight when they made her lie down on her back on the bed. Nor did she struggle when they tied her down on it, spread-eagled. But when all three began crawling over her helpless body, fondling and caressing wherever they wanted, she couldn’t help squirming. If she did too much of that, she discovered, one of them would pull up on the chain until she squealed in pain and begged for mercy. That always seemed to amuse them enormously.

She tried to lie still and retreat into her mind, but it was impossible. They wouldn’t let her. After they had handled every other part of her body they began playing with her pussy. They seemed uncommonly interested in the rings through her labia and the little padlock that connected them. Their fingers were both nimble and insinuating, and after a bit of this attention Felicia felt herself growing wet.

She raised her head to look at what they were doing. It wasn’t easy. She was tied down very tightly and securely, and they had put a pillow under her so that her body, in addition to being stretched taut, was arched. All she managed to see was their gray, concealing robes. One of them chose that moment to finger her clit. Felicia jumped and squealed. She heard one of the women giggle.

She tried to look past her anonymous tormentors to see what Abou was doing, but there was no sign of him. Fingers stroked her inner thighs, her belly, combed through her neatly trimmed pubic thatch to tickle the sensitive flesh underneath. Felicia gave up trying not to respond. Soon they had her writhing and squirming and moaning, more in anger, shame and irritation than in pleasure. It became clear to her that this torture would almost certainly go on until Abou felt like fucking her. She didn’t like the idea of him sticking that big, fat cock up her ass, so she was at least a little grateful that she was staked out on her back. Then a more terrifying notion struck her. What if he wanted to fuck her before he unlocked her rings? Could he even do that? If he tried, she knew it would hurt like all hell, even if it didn’t tear her. But maybe he wanted it to hurt. She didn’t know much about him. Maybe he did. She felt a cold knot of fear at the base of her spine.

By the time Abou came over, the enforced foreplay had gone on for so long that each new manipulation only brought a low, throbbing pain. The three female slaves scurried away at a gesture from him, leaving him alone with Felicia. He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her naked body. His gaze shifted to her eyes as he shed his robe.

“Please, lord,” Felicia whimpered. “Please…”

“’Please’ what, slave?” he smirked.

“Please, lord,” Felicia repeated. “Please unlock my rings.”

“Ah,” Abou’s smirk grew nastier. “Why would you want me to do that? Is it because you want me to fuck you, you slut? Is that why?”

Felicia gulped. She was sure that he knew why she was asking, but it suited him to play this cruel game with her. He wanted her to debase herself in front of him. And if she wouldn’t do it? He might just go ahead and screw her without unlocking the rings. And that would
hurt
.

“Yes, lord!” she answered, trying to sound eager. “Yes, please! That is it! I can’t wait to feel your big, hard, heavy cock inside of me. Please! Your slaves have left me in such a state that I cannot wait any longer!”

“Beg me, slut,” he said.

“I beg of you, lord!” Felicia’s voice rose as her heart sank. “I beg you, unlock my rings and take me! I am yours!”

“You are any man’s, you whore,” Abou shook his head. “You would say the same to anything with a cock.”

“No, lord!” Felicia protested. “Truly! You are the largest man I have ever seen! I want you inside of me!
Please
, lord!” She writhed on the bed, trying very hard to appear overcome with lust. She could see in his eyes how he desired her body. But Abou chose to play with her for a little while longer.

“Perhaps you have fucked so many men that your cunt is no longer tight,” he said. “But if I leave the rings as they are…”

“No, lord!" Felicia cried out. “My cunt is tight! It will be especially tight to a man as blessed as you! Please unlock my rings and see for yourself! Or ask one of your slaves. They will tell you.”

Abou looked back over his shoulder as if contemplating asking one of his females, then seemed to decide against it. He looked down at Felicia and slowly took the chain, with its key, from around his neck.

“You had better not be lying, slave,” he warned as he bent to unlock Felicia’s rings.

“I am not, lord!” Felicia panted. “I will please you, I swear!”

“You had better,” he said as he unlocked the rings.

“Yes, yes, I will!” Felicia said, tears streaming from her eyes. All she could think of was how shamefully she had just abased herself before this man, and how much it would hurt when he thrust his cock up into her swollen, sore, dripping pussy. As he mounted her, she shut her eyes and prayed that he would not want her ass on top of everything else.

Chapter Fourteen

She was back in the same room where she had first seen her owner and master, the sheik. After her night with Abou, which had hurt her more than a little, she had been moved into the harem, and was finally able to sleep on a comfortable bed in a room that was adequately heated and lit. And yet, Felicia felt uneasy. None of the other harem inmates had made any effort to speak to her, not even Neha. And now this, whatever this was going to be.