Their Lives as Harem Slaves (7 page)

The Sheik led her over to the bound maiden and said, “I just bought this lovely girl from her father. She is already twenty years old and still a virgin. You will shave her sex and then help her relax so that I may correct that issue.”

“Yes Master, “ Samihah replied, now staring at the dark hair that currently obscured her sex lips. Then she said, “Would Master like this slave to make her climax first?” not sure how ‘relaxed’ he wanted her.

“Yes you may slave, I want her sex slick and ready for me.”

Then the Sheik showed Samihah where to find the shaving equipment before he took a seat to watch her work. Samihah gathered what she needed and then knelt between the scared girl’s legs and started to lather up her sex. She took her time, slowly removing every hair from between the girl’s sex, leaving it utterly exposed. Though she could tell the girl was scared she did not struggle at all, knowing from her upbringing that she now belonged to the Sheik to do with as he pleased.

When Samihah lowered her lips to the girl’s freshly denuded pussy and sucked her plump little clit into her mouth, the girl shuddered and moaned. Samihah caressed her inner thighs while she suckled her sex, slowly arousing the naïve young girl. Her breathing became rapid and her sex started to lubricate generously, as Samihah worked her toward her first orgasm. When she came, she trembled from head to toe, and a small squeal of delight escaped her lips.

From behind her Samihah heard the Sheik say, “Her father told me she was always a quiet and obedient girl, apparently he was right. Is she ready to take me Samihah?”

Samihah rose up and said, “Yes Master.”

“Undress me Samihah and then make my member ready for her,” the Sheik said, now standing behind Samihah.

Thrilled by his command she turned and rose, instantly helping him removes his flowing robes. Once he was undressed she knelt before him and took his flaccid penis into her inviting mouth, sucking it to life. It started to twitch and swell in her mouth, growing thick and hard from her gentle oral caresses. Just before it was fully erect Samihah heard clicking sounds behind her, but disregarded it as she fervently devoured the Sheik’s swelling manhood.

When it was solid and ready to take a fresh virgin, the Sheik said, “Rise up my slave, a virgin awaits her first ravishment.”

Samihah stood up and turned around at a gesture from the Sheik to see the girl’s position had been adjusted. The bench had been raised so it was high enough for the Sheik to stand when he took the girl. And she had been pulled over the edge with her bound feet pulled down and backward under the bench with additional ropes. The girl’s sex gaped open with the inflamed pink tissue glistening from Samihah’s saliva and its own secretions. Samihah moved off to the side as she held onto her Master’s engorged rod, guiding it toward the unused pussy awaiting it.

Just before he reached the entrance of the girl’s sex, the Sheik said, “Straddle her face with your sex and face between her legs to guide my penis into her vagina,” he said. While Samihah obeyed he said something in Arabic to the girl. She made a short reply just before being covered by Samihah’s sex.

Once in position Samihah hovered above the girl’s sex, using one arm to hold herself up and the other to hold her Master’s member as he moved into the tiny opening. He nudged the head forward and the girl grunted into Samihah’s sex. But Samihah also felt her tongue push the veil into her sex, as the girl made an effort to suckle the crouching slave’s sex. Samihah was totally fixated on her Master’s cock entering the unused girl, even as her own arousal started to escalate yet again.

Suddenly the Sheik pulled back and slid his cock above her shaved pudendum. Samihah lowered her lips and sucked on it again, making sure it was well lubricated before he stepped back again. Then she steered it toward the virgin pussy again, seeing him slip it a little deeper into the girl’s sex. She grunted harder this time, and the Sheik rocked back a little. Then he slammed forward, making the girl scream as his cock dispatched her hymen and plowed into her slick sex. The scream made Samihah climax and she ground her hips hard against the girl’s face, while the Sheik started to slowly loosen her opened sex. In under a minute he was pounding the poor girl and she shrieked into Samihah’s sex, intensifying her orgasm.

Samihah tried to remain focused on her Master’s cock as it plunged in and out of the girl’s newly breached opening. She rubbed the girl’s clit, trying to stoke the stunned girl’s passions and make her first time more pleasant. But the Sheik grabbed a fistful of her hair and lifted her up to face him, pulling her away from the girl’s sex. She stared up into his eyes, completely enthralled by his mastery over both of them. And when he pulled her lips to his and kissed her deeply, she felt like butter melting on a hot frying pan. This was the kindest and gentlest action she had experienced since she had become enslaved, and her devotion to this new Master was now absolute.

Nashita entered the room, having successfully delivered Samihah’s progeny to their new trainers, and she knelt just inside the door. She watched her long time Master using Samihah and the virgin she had bound here earlier. She felt pangs of both jealousy and loss as she witnessed the perverse threesome. She also felt a bolt of fear, now worried that her Master had found her wanting and what that might mean for her future. She was not his first slave Mistress and she hoped she would not face the same fate as her predecessor. But she also knew that if she did not train Samihah to his standards then she would suffer for it. All in all she was faced with a no win situation, but as a well-trained slave she understood that this was her lot in life.

When the Sheik eventually released Samihah from the kiss, leaving the slave in a fog of desire and devotion, he looked at Samihah. “Crawl to me slave and lick my balls,” an order that only enhanced Nashita’s fears. She dutifully obeyed, abasing herself beneath his lunging buttocks while he filled the nameless girl’s sex with his spend.

When he was satiated, he made Nashita suck his blood covered cock clean, before ordering both Samihah and Nashita to release the girl and take her for proper training. After dressing their Master the slaves did as he ordered, the next phase of Samihah’s training now underway.

Jada stared at Jadwa; once again both sisters were cruelly bound and forced to stare at each other. Nashita had two burly guards collect the girls from their bondage, the burning plugs in their rumps the only accoutrements left intact, maintaining the misery of the two girls. They literally waddled down to the lower level of the palace, the girth of the plugs and the intensity of the gel too powerful not to affect their normal gait. To make it even worse, thick chains were attached to the ends of the plugs and then threaded between their legs to be used as leashes. They were warned that letting the plugs out of their bum holes was not an option, so they moved quickly at the slightest tug from the men leading them to their next torment.

They were taken down several flights of marble stairways, entering the bowels of the palace where torture was delivered in a dark, dank space that served to increase a slave’s hopelessness. But Jada and Jadwa were accustomed to such brutal treatment and the preparation by their Mistress had them deep into the submissive mindset already. When they reached the level of the building where they would be retrained for their new roles, the floors were hard packed earth and the walls were made of stone. It was illuminated by torches set into wall sconces, adding an eerie feel to the architecture in this area. It was a far cry from the light and airy nature of the palace proper; this was a true dungeon.

They were taken to a room that had a large wooden door that creaked heavily when it was opened. Inside the room were bare stone walls with two wide wooden posts set eight feet apart, illuminated by a single torch mounted to the wall directly across from the door. There were no windows and the room smelled of dust and smoke, even though most of the torch’s emissions rose up through a dark hole in the ceiling just above it.

They were each led to a post and positioned facing each other after their leashes were removed and their wrists disconnected. Each guard then went to work on the still dazed girls, the burning gel inside their bums just starting to diminish after the painful walk down here. Their wrists were connected in front of them and then drawn straight up to hooks high above their heads on the posts. Once they were attached to the posts, forced up onto their bare toes on the cold earthen floor, the guards went to a trunk sitting by the door. They returned to their charges holding coils of rope and several other items.

What scared the girls were the hammers the guards now held. They cringed when they positioned small blocks of wood between their legs and proceeded to nail them into the posts. They were just large enough to insure that the massive plugs buried in their arses remained in place, but not long enough to extend beyond their exposed pussies. They still had to perch on their toes against the post, unless they wanted the mounted wooden blocks to drive the plugs deeper into their rectums.

The guards then took the ropes and started to bind them to the posts, beginning just under their armpits. Coils of rope sunk into their supple flesh, as they were mated to the hard wood, first above their hefty tits and then again below them. Once their upper bodies were secured tightly in place, the guards knelt down and grabbed their ankles, hauling them up and crossing them before binding them together with more rope. The bindings around their chest thankfully carried enough of their weight so that the plugs were not pushed too deeply into their tortured rump holes. After their ankles were bound together they were lashed to the post and another nail was hammered into the back of the post right through the knots to prevent them from sliding down it.

Then the guards started to loop ropes above and below their knees, and then those ropes were pulled behind the post and secured to each other, causing their legs along with their crossed ankles to remain spread wide apart. The position was difficult to bear, but not the worst either of them endured since their enslavement. The design of the position had another effect on them, with both girls getting aroused by the fact that their pussies seemed so open and inviting the way they were bound.

Finally the guards came face to face with the slaves, holding large leather gags in front of their faces. They obediently opened their mouths as the leather balls situated within the wide leather gags were fitted between their teeth. The straps on the sides of the gags were long enough that they were secured to each other behind the post, locking their heads against the posts. They faced each other, seeing their bound bodies in full display, a rush of submissive desire coursing through their harshly fixed bodies.

What happened next would have traumatized normal women, as the guards released their rigid members and prodded them against the slaves’ wet slits. But Jada and Jadwa, the consummate cock whores that they were, cooed with delight when the hard members slipped deep into their bodies. Soon they were fucking them with vigor, pounding them into the posts with their rampant cocks, and the girls squealed in carnal delight. The men talked to each other in Arabic as they fucked the slaves, the words lost on the new slaves, but the tone was clearly one of satisfaction.

Their marvelous cocks plundered the clutching pussies for a long time, driving both slaves toward the sexual release they craved after their grueling punishment. When they finally came inside their captives, the girls erupted in orgasms too, the feeling of pulsing cocks deep inside them triggering their own sexual release. The men pressed close against them while their phalli filled the girls with their spunk and their ravenous pussies milked every last drop from them.

As quickly as it started, it ended. Both guards pulled their softening rods from the dripping slits of the slaves, put them back in their pants and left the girls alone. They stared at each other, a look of pure pleasure painted across each of their faces, as they hung in seclusion in the semi-dark chamber. Then, just as they started to doze off from exhaustion, the door opened and two other guards entered the room.

They proceeded to mount the girls like the first two, fucking the helpless slaves to yet another powerful climax. This time they started to climax long before the guards, their clutching sexes helping to goad the guards into filling their quims a second time. And again, when they had sated their lusts, the guards withdrew and left the girls hanging alone. Semen oozed from their doubly filled channels and dripped onto their crossed ankles and down their feet. The sexually dazed girls barely noticed how sticky and wet their feet were becoming, still enthralled by the sexual power now infusing them.

The second set of guards was followed by a third, then a fourth; continuing until two-dozen guards had each had a taste of the slaves now swollen sex holes. By the time the last set of guards had used them, their cunts were as sore and tender as their stretched assholes, but the girls were in slave heaven. They were so consumed by the onslaught of cocks and climaxes, that they felt like they were floating rather than hanging. After the last pair had left them, they were left alone for several hours, time enough to get some rest despite their precarious bondage.

***

Samihah, once the Sheik had finished defiling the bound slave beneath them, was ordered to release her with Nashita’s help. The Sheik left them alone, having another slave waiting to bathe and dress him. The poor girl was nearly catatonic as they released her, but Nashita eased her mind by whispering something to her in the language Samihah had yet to learn. They helped her to stand and then Nashita removed her veil, soaking wet from Samihah’s sexual excretions.

Samihah looked at the girl’s elfin features, she seemed so young, just like her girls. The look of shock and awe etched into her previously naïve face was priceless. When she looked at Samihah a small smile formed across her face and she whispered something the blonde slave did not understand.

Nashita then said, “She thanks you for your kindness.”

Samihah smiled at the little waif of a girl and caressed her cheek with her hand, sending the non-verbal message that she accepted her thanks. The two slaves then helped the despoiled girl to her feet and led her to the slave quarters. Nashita explained to Samihah, as they guided the girl along, that she would give this girl an experienced slave mentor to ease her into her new role. Since she was so young and inexperienced, yet clearly obedient, she would gently transformed into a slave for the Sheik. Defiant girls would take a harsher path, but this one had done nothing to show she needed that treatment. Once in the massive slave quarters Nashita called two slaves over and they passed off the young girl to them, who then led her toward the baths.

Nashita took Samihah to a room off the main quarters that looked like an office of sorts. There was a low table covered with papers and she knelt behind it, gesturing for her new partner to kneel beside her. Once she was kneeling beside Nashita, Samihah was introduced to the mechanisms that drove the Sheik’s harem. For over an hour Nashita explained her daily duties, and poor Samihah was overwhelmed by what this woman did on a daily basis. Keeping 100 slaves occupied and busy, as well as scheduling clients, punishments, and the Sheik’s own needs seemed to be a monumental task.

Just when Samihah thought her head would explode from the avalanche of information Nashita buried her with, the senior slave said, “You have much to learn, as you can see. But now we must see to several punishments, you will learn the most by doing our job.” She then gestured to the mass of papers and said, “This will become easier to understand once you start doing it.”

Samihah followed her new mentor from the office and through the slave quarters. Just outside the slave quarters, near the back of the palace compound was a building that was their first stop. It was the milking house, a place Nashita mentioned in her recent lesson and a place Samihah remembered hearing about during their first night here. She knew they were going to visit Alia and Afraa, the poor slaves who had been punished when she first arrived here. According to Nashita they were not behaving acceptably in their new roles as milking cows, and they were going to oversee the punishment this earned them.

When they first entered the building Samihah saw it had a long hall down the center with wooden stalls on either side. As they passed the first few she saw naked slaves occupied them, chained to the back walls with metal collars. They were curled up sleeping on the straw covered floors. Then they reached the middle of the building and she heard humming noises all around them. Nashita stopped here, opening a wooden gate to reveal the occupant.

“This is a standard milking slave, making her daily donation,” said Nashita.

Samihah looked inside to see the slave, a brunette who looked either European or American, kneeling there with her head and wrists locked inside a low set of stocks. Her head was bowed down, her long hair obscuring her face as it cascaded in front of her head. But it was her breasts that caught Samihah’s attention. They were swollen and hanging beneath her chest, two glass cups suctioned onto her large nipples. They were being pumped alternately, each nipple squirting a milky looking fluid into the cup from the suction. The milk trickled into tubes and finally into a glass jar on the floor, nearly half full already.

Then Nashita led her into the pen where Samihah had a clear view of the back of the slave. Behind her was a machine, driving a large dildo in and out of her sex. Just above it she could see the base of a black plug wedged into her arse hole, making sure the slave was fully stuffed in her lower holes. The juices coating the dildo as it slid in and out of her clutching pussy showed the slave was well lubricated by this treatment.

“The slaves in this facility are fed a special concoction that makes them lactate and keeps them aroused at the same time. The machine that fucks this slave helps to coax her milk from her teats, and gives her some form of pleasure. Not enough to climax, but enough to keep her focused on her true purpose. Now please follow me as we check in on our disobedient slaves,” Nashita said, leading Samihah from the pen as she spoke. She closed the gate and they walked past a dozen other slaves being milked until the reached the back of the building.

Just past the stall was an open area and Samihah saw that Afraa and Alia were already there, apparently waiting for them. They were of course cruelly bound, but their faces were obscured by full black leather hoods, so Samihah could not see the pain they had to be experiencing. But the extent of their bondage and their sweating, trembling bodies communicated the message of agony they had to be feeling.

The slaves were standing with wide spread legs, but they were bent cruelly at the waist over a narrow metal rod standing three feet above the ground. Ropes around their waists and upper thighs kept them secured to the rail. Their arms were pulled behind their backs and were lifted straight up, thin cords wrapped around the bases of their thumbs to hold them in place. Their other fingers strained at the air, trying to find a way to relieve the strain on the stretched thumbs. The feet closest to each other on the floor were crossed, one in front of the other, with a solid steel ring around both, keeping them fixed there. Their outer legs were cuffed and chained to the uprights supporting the horizontal bar, pulled so wide apart they both had to strain their toes to stay on the floor. And to make it even worse they were perched upon studded boards that dug into the balls of their feet.

Their dangling tits, far larger now than Samihah remembered, were cupped and ready to be milked, but the pump on the floor between them was eerily silent. To further the distress in their bodies, steel rings encircled the bases of their breasts, making them swell unnaturally and look painful with the purplish hue that covered the stretched flesh. Their hooded heads currently hung down, a position that indicated utter defeat. Nashita walked over toward the girl on the left and raked her nails over the swollen tit flesh, making the tortured slave’s head snap up, a muffled wail sneaking past the smothering leather.

“Alia is ready for her punishment,” she said. Then she stepped toward Afraa and did the same thing, garnering the same reaction. “It seems both are ready to be punished. Come back here Samihah,” she said, as she led her student behind the bound slaves.

Stepping behind Afraa and Alia revealing that their sexes were spread open, as well as their assholes. A table was set up behind them holding two canes, two enormous butt plugs, and two even larger dildos mounted to metal rods. Seeing what was displayed told Samihah everything she needed to know about her new role and she felt a twinge of lust surge through her sex. Even though she was innately submissive, aiding in the torment of other slaves had become part and parcel in her life, arousing her passions almost as much as submitting to pain herself.

“Shall we begin?” asked Nashita, as she picked up a large butt plug.

“Yes Mistress,” replied Samihah, while picking up the other plug.

“You shall call me sister from now on, it is what our Master has ordered,” Nashita said, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Yes sister,” replied Samihah, feeling her mentor’s perceived loss.

They turned to face the bound slaves presented hindquarters and together started to screw the large plugs through the slaves’ defenseless sphincters. Alia and Afraa shuddered and strained wildly, unable to stop the bulbous intruders from stretching their tiny assholes wide open before the plugs plopped into their rectums. The pitifully muffled screams from inside the helmets not deterring either Mistress from accomplishing her task.

Once the plugs were snugly nestled in the slaves’ pained bums, they each took one of the dildos and knelt behind the girls. Samihah first watched Nashita impale her slave and then wedge the end of the rod into a notch in the floor to secure it in place before doing the same to her slave’s pussy. Then they both stood up and picked up the canes, ready to inflict the final part of the punishment.

“We will begin on their backs up near their shoulders, and then move slowly down their backs, across the buttocks, and finish with the backs of the legs. Follow my lead sister,” said Nashita, as she raised her cane high.

“Yes sister,” replied Samihah, mimicking Nashita’s pose.

After Nashita stepped on a pedal to start the milking machine, they went to work. They started by crisscrossing slashes over the slaves’ backs, painting livid red lines of pain over the slaves’ flesh. The trapped slaves screamed and thrashed with the milk pumping from their nipples splashing inside the glass cups suctioned to them. Once their backs were crosshatched with dozens of red welts, they began a blistering assault on their buttocks. Nashita swung her cane with brute force, with Samihah matching her stroke for stroke. They slowly worked their way down to their legs, leaving a pattern of painful marks in the wake of their cane blows.

Poor Afraa and Alia endured the brutal assault while screaming into their stifling helmets, both of them unsure what they did to earn a second vicious punishment in less than a week. In fact they had done nothing wrong this time, and were again subjected to this kind of torture simply to edify Samihah again. Samihah blindly obeyed her new sister’s lead while she delivered Alia into a haze of sheer agony, her body aching and burning from top to bottom. She and her slave sister Afraa were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, suffering far more than they normally would have if Samihah had not joined the harem.

By the time they were done Afraa and Alia were covered in painful welts. And each had delivered half a quart of slave milk. But as Nashita and Samihah put down their canes and started to leave six guards entered for the bound slaves final humiliation. The pain wracked slaves were subjected to a strong dose of guard cock, ravaging them until both their lower holes burned and ached nearly as much as their beaten flesh.

As they returned to the more mundane functions of harem Mistresses Nashita knew that her new partner would take to this role well, having passed two important tests already. And though she hoped she was wrong and just had a new partner in her daily tasks, Nashita carried the weight that once the Sheik deemed Samihah ready she might be discarded. But the only course she could take was to perform her duties to the best of her ability with the hope that her Master would recognize her absolute devotion.