Their Lives as Harem Slaves Page 3

  Then, in unison, they lashed out at the slaves; the twin whips making loud cracks as they wrapped around the slaves bare torsos. Muffled, yet pitiful, wails erupted from the slaves, and as the whips fell away spiral red lines were revealed around their bodies. A second, third, and fourth strike followed, painting their flesh with angry red welts. The hushed screams never ended and tears poured from their eyes, as the men methodically lashed their exposed flesh. The first ten lashes were concentrated from their hips to just below their breasts, and then they changed positions, moving behind the slaves.

  The next ten cuts were focused on their backs, but the long whips never failed to wrap around their reddening flesh. Their breasts bounced on their chests as they were wracked with fits of distressed sobbing, the pain far too intense to show any control. After their backs were severely marred by the whips, they moved their aim downward, painting new lines of pain around their parted legs. They writhed as much as their bondage allowed, but none of their gyrations deflected a single whip cut.

  Halfway through their torment Alia lost control of her bladder, spraying the floor beneath her with pain induced pee. Afraa was next, soon following her sister slave, as she gushed piss onto the floor between her splayed legs. Thirty strokes into the punishment their torsos and legs were covered by angry red welts, some of them trickling blood across their sweat-streaked flesh. Then the guards moved back around to face the slaves. With twenty strokes left there were only two areas of their bodies left untainted, and that was about to be rectified.

  The next ten lashes attacked their heaving breasts, crushing the malleable flesh with every stroke, and increasing the hideous screams only partially suppressed by their gags. Their fleshy mounds turned from a milky white to an angry red by the tenth stroke, their upper bodies now fully covered by whip marks. With only ten strokes to go, the only areas not looking beaten to a pulp were their loins, and that was the next area they attacked.

  The last ten strokes showcased the guards lash skills, as the whips were used to etch ugly red welts over and around their exposed vaginas. They screamed and strained, bathed in a level of pain few slaves here had ever endured. This was an extreme punishment, even by the Sheik’s standards, but as a lesson to his newest recruits, it was perfect. By the time they were done the two slaves hung limply in their bonds, barely conscious after such a brutal beating.

  All the slaves watched with rapt attention, too afraid to look away and earn a lashing of their own. The message the Sheik wanted to deliver was registered within all of them, quite loud and clear. But his newest recruits were the most affected. The girls, Tessa and Emma, who had almost looked at this place as a perverse fairy-tale, now saw how ruthless life here could be and both resolved to do whatever was necessary to avoid such cruel treatment. Marie now had her fears totally confirmed, knowing utter and absolute submission was their only hope, and even then they were in constant danger.

  While the guards coiled up their whips, the Sheik stood up and said, “As you can see, these slaves have just been purged of the mistake they made. Now they will be given the rest of the night to reflect on the errors. Nashita, select four slaves to clean the floor first.”

  Nashita, who was standing behind the Sheik’s chair throughout the whipping, came around and pointed at four slaves who quickly crawled beneath the hanging slaves. Using their tongues they cleaned the floor of the slaves’ urine, not a word was spoken and yet they knew exactly what was expected. This was not lost on Marie. It took them several minutes to finish licking up the pee on the floor, before being ordered to return to their places in the group.

  The guards returned then, carrying metal pipes under their arms. They went to work assembling them into railings that would bisect the beaten and gaping pussies still hanging above the newly erected equipment. Slots in the floor held the uprights behind and in front of them, and with a thin round rail between them, the delirious slaves were destined for more severe suffering. When the punishment devices were secured beneath the slaves, the room watched as the semi-conscious slaves were lowered onto it.

  Shrill shrieks of agony erupted from behind the gags as the brunt of their weight came to rest between their legs. Even though the tension on their legs was eased as they dropped, they could not close them far enough to reach the floor with their feet. When they stopped dropping the guards released their ankles from the chains, and then their toes could barely graze the floor. But then their ankles were pulled up behind their rumps and the shackled together above the bar, leaving them truly dangling above the floor with no relief possible. After a few minutes of incessant wails, they quieted down, merely sobbing uncontrollably as sat astride the unforgiving rods.

  The Sheik eventually stood up and said, “Now onto tonight’s business, we have many clients arriving soon. Those who have scheduled appointments may leave to prepare now. The rest of you will wait for instructions.” Then Omar turned to Ryan and asked, “Would you and your sons like to choose several slaves for your personal use tonight?”

  “Thank you your Excellency, Kifah select two slaves for us,” replied Ryan and then he looked at his sons and said, “You two can pick your own.”

  As Art, Steve, and Kifah moved into the remaining throng of slaves, Marie kept her eyes fixed forward. For a moment she wondered if she and her daughters would be chosen, but once the three passed them to move into the group she knew it would not be. Marie felt a tinge of loss, now fully realizing that Ryan and his sons had fully discarded them. She felt the last mental tie she had to him and his sons sundered at that point and her submission became fully focused on her new owner. She knew that to survive here they would have to discard their time with Ryan and move forward, she hoped Tessa and Emma could do what was needed now.

  Her girls, kneeling at her sides, were more tormented by the loss of their trainers than Marie. Being younger and more naïve, their initial bonding with them was harder to sever. Marie had dealt with her fair share of loss through her life, and they had not. They both dared to peek at the slaves Art and Steve picked for themselves, wishing it were them who would spend a long and lustful night with them. And when they each selected a pair of blondes that bore similarities to their appearance, it somehow made it worse. They were feeling lost and alone in this strange world; their new Master demonstrating a level of cruelty that sorely tested their well-trained submissive spirits.

  In their training they had become accustomed to a more intimate form of bonding with their trainers, now they were just a small part of a large slave population. They knew in their minds that they were subject to the whims of their owners, old or new, but their hearts wanted to serve in a more personal way. Here they had no place to anchor their submission, no person they could bond with on a daily basis, both of them quite sure that their new owner was far too busy to give them what they had been trained to do. This left them emotionally and mentally vulnerable, as if their prior training meant nothing. They did not realize the way they felt would soon help them adapt to this new environment.

  Chapter 4: Slaves on Display

  Once the slaves destined to service Ryan’s entourage were selected, the Sheik intoned, “Bring out the cages.”

  Two gleaming steel barred cages were rolled into the room, one looking like a coffin, low and long lying atop a rolling platform. The other was on a much smaller platform, being tall and narrow, looking barely large enough to hold a person at all. They were positioned in front of the two slaves suffering on the rails, the tall one between the twin rails and the low one in front of both of them.

  The Sheik stepped in front of his new slaves again. He said, “It is time I named my newest slaves,” loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him. Looking down at Marie he said, “Look up at me mother of slaves,” and when she obeyed him he said, “You will be called Samihah, the generous one. What say you Samihah?”

  “Samihah thanks you Master,” replied Marie, now discarding her names, both Marie and slave, pleased with the sound and meaning of
her new moniker.

  “The girls,” he said, pointing at Emma first, “shall be called Jada and Jadwa, my gifts from Samihah. Look up Jada.” Jada, nee Emma and cunt, looked up at her new and terrible Master. “What say you Jada?” he asked her.

  “Jada thanks her Master for such a beautiful name,“ she replied, hoping to garner his approval.

  He simply looked over at Tessa and said, “Look up Jadwa, what say you?”

  “Jadwa thanks her Master and pledges her soul to his pleasure,” also wanting to please her owner, desperate now for his acceptance.

  “Well said my children, now Nashita will prepare you for tonight’s festivities.”

  Nashita appeared and removed the chains from Marie and the girls and then she handed them large ball gags. Knowing what was expected from this act, they all fastened the gags into their mouths. Marie’s was a simple red ball gag, but the girls were given gags with small balls for their mouths and large black dildos mounted to the front of their mouths. They were fashioned like real penises, with bulbous heads and twisted veins along the sides, both of them curved downward to just below their chins.

  “Jada, crawl into the low cage and lie down on your back,” Nashita commanded.

  Once Jada assumed that position the two guards who had tormented the whimpering slaves dangling above the floor went to work. Jada’s wrist cuffs were locked to the corners of the cage beside her head and her elbows strapped to bars at her sides. Her ankles were locked to the bottom corners and her knees strapped like her elbows. This left her pussy open and easily accessible. More so once Nashita knelt beside the cage and slipped a clear and hollow glass plug into her anus, locking it to a crossbar on the bottom of the cage. It forced her hips upward slightly, more fully displaying her glistening sex lips.

  Once Jada was secured into the cage, Nashita said, “Jadwa crawl in on top of you sister slave, facing her feet.”

  Jadwa crawled over and into the cage, carefully fitting her knees and arms around her sister’s prone body. She had to fit her lower legs inside Jada’s arms, wedging her sister’s head between her knees. When she went to bend down, the guards moved her lower arms to rest on top of Jada’s lower legs, where they quickly lashed them together with generous windings of rope. Jadwa’s lower legs were then bound the same way to Jada’s arms. Using their hair to guide their faces forward, the guards then slid the dildos into the sister’s moistening pussies.

  Then they closed the lid of the cage, sandwiching the girls together. Nashita fit Jadwa’s asshole with a matching glass plug, and locked it in place, just like she did with Jada. When the lid of the cage was latched closed, four chains were lowered from the ceiling and fixed to the corners of the cage. Then the cage was lifted a few feet above the floor and the cart was wheeled away.

  Finally, after Nashita walked around the cage slowly while inspecting its occupants, she said, “The slaves will fuck each other until ordered to stop.”

  This set the sisters heads to bobbing and the curved dildos to sawing in and out of their clutching snatches. Their fear and trepidation was staring to melt away as their libidos started to rage from this treatment. The fact they were bound to each other was an even better sign to them, as they started to realize that was what they were…a team. They would be rented to clients as sisters, to serve as such, and that thought was very comforting in this strange place. As they hung there above the floor, fucking each other, they truly started their journey into this new world.

  Now that the girls were set and pleasuring their gushing pussies, Nashita barked, “Slave Samihah! Stand and come to me.”

  Samihah stood up and walked around the caged girls to where Nashita stood beside the tall, narrow cage. “Back into it,” commanded Nashita and Samihah obeyed, squeezing her body into the narrow confines between the sides of the cage. When her back pressed against the rear bars it looked like the front of her body was still sticking out of the front of the cage, it was that shallow.

  The ever-present guards were behind her and locked her wrist cuffs to rings mounted to the back corners down by her thighs, trapping her arms at her sides. Her ankle cuffs were secured at the bottom of the cage, behind her, trapping her toes just inside the front edge of the cramped cell. Straps were wrapped just below her knees, parting her thighs just enough to expose her own lubricating sex. Just like her daughters’ experienced as they were being caged, Samihah’s lust started to emerge. Their training under Ryan ingrained the automatic arousal they felt whenever subjected to any form of bondage.

  Then Nashita swung the door of the cage closed and the bars, both front and back pressed tightly into her flesh, trapping her completely. This is when Samihah realized that there was a circular area open around her buttocks, making them protrude from behind the cage. Two smaller circular cutouts were in front of her tits, but they were too small to fit her generous breasts through them and they were mashed against her chest. This was alleviated when Nashita roughly grabbed her nipples and forcefully pulled Samihah’s tits through the openings, and much like the breast rings she had worn before, now her tits bulged and darkened like two pink melons outside the cage.

  Finally chains were attached to the top of the cage and it was lifted of the cart that carried it, but only a few inches, rather than the several feet the girls were elevated. The main purpose was simply to force her to keep her feet on the narrow bars that traveled lengthwise under them, the thin metal cutting into her soles. The cart was also removed and now five slaves were fully prepped and displayed like a perverse piece of artwork. Two suffered unrelentingly, two rutted like horny bitches, and Samihah was just there to observe everything, or so she thought. When Nashita pried Samihah’s buttocks apart and forced another hollow glass plug into her asshole, she finally realized that this bondage was a way to showcase the Sheik’s punished slaves as well as his latest acquisitions.

  Then Nashita stepped in front of Samihah and reached through a lower opening in the bars that the caged woman had not noticed. When Nashita’s fingers easily slipped into her slick sex, she realized how very accessible she was in this tight cage. The mere intrusion of two of Nashita’s fingers set her pussy to clenching and lubricating even more freely, just like it was conditioned to respond.

  The Sheik appeared and faced Samihah, before he said, “I have several very important guests coming tonight. I am sure you and the girls will get much attention, and as they are busily involved with each other, only you need to listen to me. You will keep your eyes averted unless requested to look at a guest. You will also show no sign of resistance or disgust, no matter what a guest should subject you or your whelps to. Is that clear slave Samihah?”

  She simply nodded, not even attempting to voice an answer with the massive ball wedged between her teeth. Though she was still wary of her new predicament, the lust she was starting to feel course through her trapped body was sending her back to the place she was trained to exist, as a sex slave. Though she doubted there was any way to be fully used the way she was caged, she also knew that she could be stimulated in a variety of ways and was eager for the Sheik’s guests to take advantage of that. Since she and her daughters had been trained to be consummate whores, that training gripped Samihah now, eager and ready to serve anyone who wanted her.

  The Sheik then returned to his chair, out of Samihah’s sight, but she did see Ryan and his son leave the room with their entourage of harem slaves. She was actually glad to see them go, as they represented a past it was best to distance her thoughts from them. She felt she needed to develop new attachments and loyalties, and their presence would only distract her from it. Once they were gone she started to relax and take in her surroundings, seeing slaves and guards scurrying about the room in preparation for the guests arrival.

  Large guards moved in torture furniture and nubile slaves were attached to them, it was a potpourri of bound slave flesh when all was finally set. Samihah watched her daughters too, the moans and sounds emanating from their suspended cage told her they wer
e thoroughly enjoying themselves. She was touched with a tinge of jealousy, wishing there was some way to scratch the sexual itch building inside her.

  She did not have to wait for very long, since guests started to arrive minutes after the room was adorned with bound and available slaves. Some perused the girls scattered about the room, and some came over to view the five slaves displayed in front of the Sheik as he sat on his throne. One man stepped right up to Samihah, and with her eyes downcast she saw his hand move into the cage before his hand roughly grabbed her sex. She gave him a moan of approval, showing his rough treatment of her vulnerable flesh was more than welcomed.

  She heard him say in a thick German accent, speaking to the Sheik, “They are lovely…and juicy, just like you promised your Excellency. When vill they be available for use?”

  “Thank you Herr Schmidt, but as you can see they have not even been properly adorned or for that matter indoctrinated to their new roles yet. Tonight is simply an introduction; they should be ready for private sessions in two weeks. If you would like to schedule one with them see Abdul, he will be happy to make a reservation for you.”

  As the Sheik spoke the man worked three fingers up into Samihah’s sex, sending her into an ascending spiral of slave lust, her body ready for far more intense attentions. She fought back her desire to surrender, knowing that unless she was ordered to climax, she had to endure whatever happened to her. The fact that these thoughts were fully ingrained into her psyche was not even noticed by the aroused woman, her training so absolute that these thoughts were now her nature. When he finally removed his hand and moved on to another part of the room, Samihah felt relief and disappointment at the same time. Part of her wanted him to play with her even more, but the fact that she could stop fighting the urge to climax was a respite.