Their Lives as Harem Slaves (9 page)

Two dozen rapid whacks of the paddles left their rumps bruised and throbbing, but Jadwa also experienced a terrifyingly intense orgasm, crying out, “Thank you Mafter,” even as she tried to continue sucking her half of the dildo. They had been trained to thank the author of any climax they experienced, no matter the circumstance. This actually made the brothers stop and stare at her.

Her master said, “You just climaxed slave?” even though he could clearly see her pussy clenching and pulsing as the orgasm ravaged her sex.

“Yef Mafter,” she mumbled, barely able to get the garbled words out around her pseudo-cock.

“Did you come Jada?” asked her Master, a bit perturbed that his slave had not climaxed like her sister, but also understanding how rare a slave that Jadwa actually was.

Feeling humiliated and like a failure, she whimpered, “No Mafter,” still sucking on the dong in her mouth. She was a bit jealous of her sister, having seen her climax from pain alone before, and wondering why she couldn’t do it too. But she also knew that Jadwa was not permitted to come, so she would pay for that perverse part of her sexuality.

“Why don’t you catch up your cunt brother?” Jadwa’s Master said, as he pointed to the flared handle of his paddle. “While I beat mine a while longer for coming without permission.”

Jada’s Master, taking his cue from his brother, turned his paddle around and rammed the handle into her pussy. Like a jackhammer he pounded it in and out of her swampy sex, making her squeal and groan like any girl who was being roughly fucked. At the same time the sound of Jadwa’s buttocks receiving another dozen blows added to the perversely erotic sounds that filled the room.

“You may come my hot little slut,” Jada’s Master said, and she squealed in delight as the wooden shaft inside her sent her spiraling into a powerful climax.

Poor Jadwa was struggling not to climax, as the last dozen blows made her sex feel so electric she had to strain to fight another one from taking her. She breathed a sigh of relief when he finally stopped, shortly after Jada had started to climax, an occurrence that made it even harder to fend off the one Jadwa felt was demanding release. Then they were ordered to release the cocks from their mouths in order to thank their Masters properly.

As the slimy rubber phallus fell to the floor, they chimed, “Thank you for allowing us to climax Master!” in unison, their voices sounding ecstatic. “We are honored to suffer for your pleasure!” It was a line they had planned to use and the situation clearly made it relevant.

“Would you like to get fucked cunts?”

“If it pleases you…YES MASTER!” they cried out, the lust apparent in the emotional reply.

Stepping behind them the men guided their rock hard cocks at the girls’ winking pussies, nudging the heads into the slick openings. Then they lunged, spearing deep into the bound slaves aching holes. Cries of passionate delight echoed around the room as Jada and Jadwa felt the ultimate reward a slave pursues, the heated flesh of a Master deep inside her body. They ground their hips into them, rubbing their cocks around inside them before they started to fuck them. And fuck them they did, hard and fast, with no gentleness in any form.

To make it even more intense, they used the leather cords holding the hooks in the rumps like reins, pulling and tugging their hair and the hooks hard. They wailed from the pain and pleasure that consumed them and soon started to cry, ‘Please Master!’ over and over. This was the only acceptable plea from a slave to indicate her inability to resist an impending orgasm. The men merely smiled, hoping they would fail again and make this night even more interesting.

“Not yet cunts! When you feel our cocks deep in your bowels,” with both brothers tugging the hooks deeper up their arses, “Only then may you come…no more pleading now but screaming is acceptable.” Said Jada’s Master, while he and his brother slammed their bodies into the slaves’ battered buttocks.

The command turned them into a pair of wordless animals, grunting and squealing as their bodies were ruthlessly used and the climax that could ease the pain was denied them. The earlier release that they had poured into the slaves’ bellies had fortified them with extended stamina this time out and they both rutted like wild beasts into the captured flesh they had purchased. Sweet perspiration was dripping from their heaving tits, sending little droplets into the wax jars to sizzle in the hot liquid. The scent from their evaporating sweat mingled with the fragrant candles to produce a sickly sweet aroma permeating the swooning slaves’ nostrils.

It went on for ages it seemed, hard pounding cocks making their pussies ache to come and their bodies quiver from pent up lust, as they fought to fend off the climax. They struggled and strained, their taut bodies now covered by perspiration, their passions built to an intensity few would dare to pursue…and still they wrestled to hold off the inevitable. Having failed once already their resolve was solid, even under the duress that assailed every fiber of their being. Just after they both looked at each other with the same desperate expression did it suddenly stop, the ravaging penises suddenly withdrawn from inside them. They stared wide-eyed at each other, a moment of sudden peace, and then the plugs were viciously pulled from their bums with the cords pulled back, slamming the backs of their heads into the pillories.

As stars exploded in front of their eyes the men lunged deep into their distended bum holes, burying their pussy slicked cocks down to their balls. It was like a switch had been flicked when their addled minds registered the permission they were just given. Their bodies went momentarily taut, and then started quaking and shaking as an apocalyptic orgasm consumed them both. The men watched with awe for a few moments, feeling the slaves’ bodies consumed by sexual fires, but they could not remain still for long. With a nod and a smile to each other, they simultaneously began to fuck their arses, harder even than they had used their pussies.

Jada and Jadwa climaxed like never before, their heads spinning as their bodies convulsed in a shared sexual rapture. They could still see each other’s face and the ecstatic looks they displayed to each other told them they were both feeling this amazing moment together. It was the birth of what would make them such a highly prized commodity. The Sheik would soon declare them inseparable, available only as a set to clients willing to pay the highest premium for their use.

But this night they just reveled in the indescribable passion they experienced at the hands of such sensual sadists. After another long and satisfying round of cock thrusting the brothers finally filled their bowels with another huge load of their spunk. As they filled their bellies from the opposite direction as the first time, they ground their bodies hard against their battered backsides, making sure that for every once of pleasure they felt they had a fair measure of pain to match it.

Both sisters were barely cognizant of what was happening, their strained bodies surrendering to the potent passion surging through them, their empty pussies pulsing madly as if milking cocks that were not inside them. But even as the orgasms consumed them, the brothers started the next phase of their plan. First they pulled their cocks free from the girls bum holes and then they stuffed them with large funnels, keeping those holes open for their final punishment.

The men gathered the trays with candles then, moving them from under their scorched tits and placing them on the floor behind the slaves up thrust rumps. Each took a large candle jar, nearly filled with liquefied wax, and began to pour them into the funnels. The pleasure the slaves were feeling suddenly met a new and exquisite pain they had yet to experience, hot wax pouring into their bodies. Their moans of pleasure transformed into wails of agony, as they felt the awful burn inside their bowels.

The men slowly withdrew the ends of the funnels, while continuing to pour the hot wax into the slaves’ holes. Their wails of anguish filled the room as the wax filled them up, slowly cooling and solidifying as it did. Once the funnels were removed, their tiny assholes were filled with hardening wax plugs. But the brothers were not done; taking other jars and filling their ass cracks with the heated liquid, to seal the plugs inside them. The wax however did not stop there, gliding down to cover their already heated pussies. Soon their sex lips were also sealed closed by the creeping liquid as it burned into their flesh.

With two jars emptied, they each took two more and moved up to the girls’ shoulders. Aiming both jars at once they started to pour the molten wax onto the outside of their shoulders, letting it snake down over their sweat stained teats. They screamed and wailed, still trying to cope with the ebbing pain in their bums and pussies, while the wax painted the pain over their dangling orbs. By the time the jars were empty, Jada and Jadwa were sobbing freely, the pain having overshadowed the intense pleasure they had felt earlier. Once those jars were drained and their shoulders and sides of their tits were coated with hardening wax, more jars were used to cover their backs. They twisted and strained futilely, as a second skin of colorful wax soon covered most of their bodies.

Finally the brothers pivoted the pillories to the side and made the defeated slaves clean their now flaccid organs, still coated by drying semen and pussy juice. Once this final debasement met with the brothers’ approval, they dressed and left the girls alone. The sisters did not speak to each other, both embroiled in the sensations of their cruel bondage and the hardened coating of wax enveloping a large portion of their flesh.

The Sheik patted Samihah on the head with her kneeling between his legs, as he sat and watched the scene play out on a large TV monitor. When the brothers left her girls alone, he said, “Your whelps have done well my pet.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master,” Samihah replied. Having watched the whole spectacle unfold from her place between her Master’s legs had left Samihah hot and bothered, her own submissive needs flaring white hot as she watched her girls suffer and swoon from the sadistic assault on their bodies.

The Sheik dropped a folder on the floor in front of her and said, “You have one week to prepare them for our next client…and this one wants all three of you. That file will provide you with his expectations and I expect another flawless performance. But before you read it you will first pleasure me, with your mouth first.”

Samihah spun around on her knees and quickly found his hard cock inside his robes. She took it in her mouth, sucking it with a fury born from her own arousal. She did not have to suck for long, as the Sheik wanted to bury his cock in her lower holes too. He soon dragged her by the hair to his bed, where he ravaged his devoted slave until she too cried out in subjugated ecstasy.

The week leading up until the next client’s booking passed quickly. It took a few days for Jada and Jadwa to recover from the brothers’ inventive ordeal, and once recovered, they were quickly prepared for their next adventure. Samihah had tended to their wounded bodies herself, marveling at how quickly they improved. It was during this time that a treatment that had started before Master Ichiro had adorned them began to take hold.

Jada and Jadwa noticed the change first, as they convalesced from the ordeal they just endured; something about their breasts seemed to be different. They felt heavier and started to look larger than normal. Samihah noticed too, and being a harem Mistress was privy to what was being done to them. She knew the girls were being fed special hormones that told their bodies that they had recently given birth, even though that was not the case. But the effect of the hormones was causing them to lactate, their breasts now swelling with mother’s milk.

Each day, after she tended to their bruised buttocks, Samihah would knead their teats and coax their nipples. Three days into their recovery she managed to entice small drops of milky liquid from their swelling mounds of female flesh. It was an exciting and anxiety-ridden moment for her; her babies could now feed babies with their breasts. The Sheik’s designs had modified their bodies, enhancing their breast sizes and making it possible for them to produce milk for the Sheik’s use.

Samihah had seen the way the milk was used, each bottle individually drained from a slave’s bosom marked with the slave’s name to be used in various ways. The Sheik liked to use it to cream his coffee, cooked into his foods, and as gifts to special friends who enjoyed the taste of slave milk. She thought it an odd fetish to be sure, but in her new world it seemed minor compared to many of the things that went on here.

When she caused Jadwa’s breast to release the first dribbles of her breast milk, she saw the expression of concern in the young girl’s eyes. She guessed that she felt the import of what she was witnessing as drops of milk oozed from her swollen nipples and heavy breasts. What else could she think? The volume of sexual trysts that permeated their lives and the fact they did not now contraceptives were fed to them in the meager diets, the girl was worried that she was likely pregnant.

It was then that Samihah chose to reveal the truth to both of them, saying, “Do not worry child, you are not pregnant. Our Master has fooled your bodies with drugs to produce milk as if you have carried a child in your bellies. Instead you will just experience the milk laden breasts that are the product of pregnancy, without the burden of carrying a child within you.”

But by doing this to ease their fears, which it did, it made her feel guilt and fear for doing it without her Master’s permission. When she reported to him shortly afterward, she abased herself at his feet and confessed her guilty conscience. She went on to beg him to punish her for it, another violation she knew, as her desires were irrelevant being simply a slave. But the Sheik saw her deep submissive needs were crying for release and understood her actions.

Looking down at her proffered body, he said, “Stand, face me and strip, then turn and cross your wrists behind your back. I will fulfill your wish and punish you myself.”

Feeling a race of fear and delight Samihah seductively lifted herself to her feet, gyrating her body as she rose to face her Master. All she wore were her harem pants and heeled slippers, the standard accoutrement of all slaves in the palace. First she lifted her left leg and pointed her toes down to the floor, allowing her slipper to slide off her foot. She then did the same with her right leg before pivoting around to slide her pants down to her ankles and step out of them. Once her thumbs had pushed the hem of her pants past her buttocks she crossed them behind her back as ordered, even while the pants slipped down her long legs. She took a step backward and out of her pooled pants to stand in front of her Master, parting her legs widely before she halted and waited for his next command.

When he roughly grabbed her wrists and began to bind them with thin leather strips, Samihah gasped as she felt her pussy throb with a desire for the pain she knew would soon come. Since assuming her new duties she had overseen and witnessed much punishment, but had suffered little. She suddenly realized that she invited this deliberately, not once, but twice! She had told herself she did it to quell her children’s’ fears, but now she was shocked to realize it was for her own submissive needs. She shuddered with the knowledge of what she had become, a true and utter slave.

The Sheik tightly bound her wrists, first turning her hands and forcing her palms together. He did this so he could add a second binding at the tops of her forearms, welding her elbows together behind her and thrusting her chest forward. Once her lower arms were securely mated to each other he stood up and walked around her statuesque form to face her. One of his hands took one of her tits, kneading it while the other groped and her open and wetly available sex.

As she let out a low moan of satisfaction, he said, “In my younger days I would take you before I punished you, but I have learned that a thoroughly punished slave is a far tastier treat.” Then he lifted his pussy groping hand up and used both of them to knead her generous tits, before he asked, “So the girls tits are milking nicely now?”

“Yesss Massster,” she cooed, her passions flaring white hot inside, ready to suffer for her true Master. Though she was strongly attached to Ryan, her once training Master, the Sheik had totally captivated her mind body and soul now…she was his slave.

“That should make Herr Schmidt’s session with them that much more interesting,” he said, a look of mischievous glee in his bright eyes. “But for now it is time to punish you my naughty slave Mistress, eyes down and be silent!”

Samihah did exactly what he said, fighting back the urge to proclaim her love for this man,
yes love!
She thought as she watched him loop ropes around her waist and then hug her as he secured a knot just above the cleft of her buttocks.
I love my Master! I love the feel, smell, and taste of him! He is my existence, oh Master I love you more than anything!
Her mind whirled with these thoughts, as she silently dedicated herself to him while he prepared her to suffer for him! She only hoped he would provide her the chance to speak her feelings out loud, for all to hear, her desire to express her newfound feelings were so profound now that she knew who, or rather, what she was.

Once the ropes were knotted tightly behind her back, cinched deep into the flesh around her waist, he slid the remaining rope between her legs. He pulled it up, cutting through the crack of her ass and up between her moist sex lips, lifting her onto her toes he pulled it so high.

“Follow me pet,” he said, as he tugged her along over to a corner of his bedchamber. Several lengths of chain hung from the ceiling there, all of them waiting for their next victim. He stopped her a few feet from the corner and tied off the rope to a metal ring in the wall at her eye level, making sure it was taut enough to keep her on her toes where she stood. And there she remained, though unrestricted; she kept the rope tight against her sex because it was expected.

He moved behind her and knelt down, binding her ankles together with more thin leather cords, the bindings on her arms already cutting deep into her flesh, as these would soon do too. But once her anklebones were rubbing against each other in the leather’s tight embrace, he drew a length upward, tying it behind her back at her waist rope. Engrossed in the bondage that was taking control of her body, Samihah paid little attention as her Master threaded two long lengths of rope through the last links of a pair of chains hanging just above her head.

He ran the ropes through each set of chains until it passed halfway through, an equal length on each side, and he tied a few knots in each rope to prevent them from slipping through the chain in one direction. Then he stepped in front of her again, just off to the side of the rope cruelly bisecting her sex. He took one of the ropes and roughly grasped her tit, making her gasp with desire again, her body feeling like a live wire under his callous treatment. He wrapped the rope tightly along the root of her teat, and having meaty breasts, Samihah had ample flesh for his purpose. He wrapped the rope a dozen times, squeezing her tit into a compact sack of bright red flesh. Then, after knotting it at the top of her chest, he threw the end over her shoulder.

Now he walked around her and replicated his action on her other breast, making both her tits look like they would soon explode from the pressure the constricting ropes were causing. He moved behind her and knotted the excess rope behind her neck, pulling her breasts upward before securing them in place. The other ends of the ropes also rose from the tops of her bosom, but were locked to the chains by the knots the Sheik placed in them earlier.

Having been the casualty of many a difficult bondage session, Samihah began to recognize where this one was going and real fear started to build inside her. No one had ever done what she was imagining this was before and she began to pray for strength. It did not diminish her newborn devotion at all; rather it spurred her intent to suffer this grueling punishment with grace and conviction. No matter how painful she envisioned it would become.