Their Lives as Harem Slaves Page 4

  For hours the three new slaves were inspected, prodded, and probed in a variety of ways, all of it stoking their sexual fires. Samihah quickly realized the glass plugs, combined with small flashlights, provided the guests with views of their bowels. Watching men and women alike peering into her daughters’ rumps, like perverse doctors, showed her how much they had become pure property. No part of them was kept hidden by those who might want to purchase their services. Somehow, the knowledge that they were now truly slave whores only fueled her submissive soul.

  In their shared cage Jada and Jadwa were struggling mightily as the night progressed, the urge to climax building unbearably as they fucked each other with their dildos. Thankfully a pair of men who looked like brothers approached them early in the evening and ordered them to climax. They gratefully succumbed to the command, nearly drowning each other with girl juice when their cunts exploded uncontrollably. The men twisted and tugged at the girls’ butt plugs while they squealed in sexual delight, and the men soon booked private time with the girls after that amazing display.

  Samihah watched them with her own lust driving her insane with need, her training making her want to feel what her girls were experiencing. A stern looking older Asian man stepped over toward her while she watched Jada and Jadwa thrashing in their cage. He moved behind her and reached around the narrow cage, slipping his fingers into her starved quim before she realized he was there.

  “Watching your daughters submit to those men arouses you slave?” he asked her with his fingers deeply buried in Samihah’s soaking wet snatch.

  Gagged an unable to speak she hummed, “MMMM HMMM!” he body on the verge of her own climax. She prayed he would order her to come, her need so acute that she doubted she could resist it much longer.

  “Then come for me slave,” he whispered and the dam broke, her pussy convulsing against the probing digits and her spend soaking his hand thoroughly.

  “You are a hot bitch, I will reserve a long session with you and the girls. I am sure you will show your gratitude for this small gift I just gave you,” he said before removing his hand from her sex. To make sure she knew what she just did to him, he wiped his pussy juice coated hand all over her face, leaving the scent of her arousal all over her sweaty face.

  The balance of the night was easier to take, as other guests made all three slaves come for their entertainment throughout the event. Their combined trepidation over the new direction their lives were taking started to melt under the raw power of their enforced sexual subjugation. Each climax chipped away at the fear they all felt, their bodies remembering what they were trained to do and responding exactly the way their trainers had designed. By the time the event ended they were all spent and barely conscious.

  Their personal guards eventually removed them from their cages and carried them to an area of the palace they had yet to see. It was the quarters of Master Ichiro, a man who decorated all of the Sheik’s slaves. They were bound to three identical reclining chairs designed to expedite his ability to adorn their slave flesh. Once properly secured to the specialized furniture they were left to sleep, ready to begin the transformation process the Sheik had ordered for each of them. They slept peacefully, unaware how arduous the treatment that awaited them would be, so fully drained from the attentions of the guests all night long.

  Chapter 5: Decoration Day

  When Samihah awoke she could see Jada and Jadwa were bound in front of her, their bodies affixed to strange metal chairs. They were angled at her, all three slaves forming a three-pronged circle facing each other. Her arms were at her sides, with four straps securing her torso to the chair. Her legs were also strapped to stirrups and bent at the knees, pulled wide apart to leave her sex open and available. Two more straps, one around her neck and another across her forehead, kept her head reclined into a hollow headrest.

  Samihah looked at the girls, committing their new names to her memory and expunging their old ones. It will be easier this way, she thought, their new slave names providing a way to leave behind their old personas and not being reminded of them. They looked so sexy to her now, no longer the sweet young daughters from their old lives, but rather they were all luscious looking in their naked splendor. The fact that they had not been bathed after last night’s event left the aroma of sexuality in the room, which further spurred Samihah’s submissive soul.

  The girls remained asleep the entire time they were alone, allowing Samihah to reflect on their fate. Her fear of this new place was still at the forefront of her mind, but she was starting to realize how highly prized they were to Sheik Omar. With her girls they formed a truly taboo and erotically charged collection that his clients would likely pay handsomely for in the future. After the way so many people showed intense interest in them, she felt that at least they had a chance to garner the Sheik’s favor. She also realized that failure to perform to a client’s expectations would have dire consequences, as evidenced by what she had witnessed so far.

  While still deep in thought the trio was joined by three nude Asian slaves, all of them were petite with milky white skin and jet-black hair. They moved to places above each of the bound slaves’ heads, placing the porcelain basins they carried on small tables just behind the bondage chairs. They quickly set about to washing off the remnants of streaked makeup from Samihah, Jada, and Jadwa. This roused the sleeping girls, who looked at each other and their slave-mother, as their faces were delicately and thoroughly cleansed of any and all makeup. They said nothing, just watching each other as the slaves tended to them.

  When their faces were clean, the Asian slaves moved between the splayed legs of the captives and washed their genitals, the warm water feeling soothing against their swollen sexes. It was a moment of utter relaxation for the slaves, the first since their arrival here. Once their loins were clean, an added delight arrived, when the tending slaves began to lick and suck the bound slaves ever-hungry pussies. Soon all three were moaning with pleasure, their libidos again being fueled by the slaves’ oral attentions.

  Samihah then saw a small bald Asian man enter the room from a door behind her girls, followed by another pair of similar slaves. They were dressed in the accoutrements of pseudo nurses, though they may as well have been naked. Little white caps, collars, wristlets, along with white stockings and matching spike-heeled pumps completed their entire uniform. They wore the requisite nose rings, as all slaves did here, including the three slaves now suckling their pulsing vaginas. The trio walked passed Samihah’s daughters and surrounded her head.

  While the man took a seat on a stool just above Samihah’s head, his two nurses adjusted the headrest she was attached to, tilting her head back where she could see the man peering down at her. He wore thick glasses and his gaze seemed clinical rather than malevolent, easing the bound woman’s apprehension only slightly. The attending slaves locked the headrest in place and then fit their subject with a strange gag. It fit between her teeth and her lips, with a flat pad holding her tongue down and the front piece stretching her lips outward. Thin leather bands held it secure at the corners of her mouth.

  Until then Samihah took this in stride, but when they fit hard lenses over her eyes, similar to those she wore for weeks in her initial training, a spark of fear infused her. They were not as comfortable, seeming too large, since they stretched her eyelids. Knowing she had no choice but to accept whatever this Master wanted to do to her, she reached deep down into her submissive soul to quell her anxiety. Once the lenses were in place she was plunged into total darkness, unlike like the translucent lenses she had worn in her earlier training.

  Then she heard his voice say, “I am going to tattoo permanent makeup onto your eyelids and then your lips. This will be very painful, but you must remain still. Try and focus on the slave between your legs, she will keep you distracted while I work.”

  The explanation helped to mildly suppress her fears, now knowing what was going to happen next. And Samihah felt the mouth on her sex increase her assault, sendin
g waves of pleasure through her loins, so she tried to focus all her attention down there. But when the buzzing started and the needle began it’s work on her eyelid, the pain nearly overwhelmed her. Thankfully she was unable to move and despite the intense sting of the inking needle, she endured the procedure without screaming into her gag. The lips working on her saturated sex and the thought of how beautiful she would look, made the torture she felt bearable. Now she knew why all the slaves here remained elegant looking despite the horrific trials they faced, helping her to survive the ordeal she now blindly endured.

  Master Ichiro colored Samihah’s eyelids as the Sheik specified and then he etched dark lines around them, close to her eyelashes. Tears seeped around the edges of her eyes and were dabbed away by the nurses, a reaction the pain-wracked woman could not control. It took him nearly an hour to complete her eye work, and even the talented tongue and lips assailing her vulva could not induce an orgasm for the pain-wracked woman.

  When he finished working on her eyes she felt cool, damp patches placed over them, a feeling she was grateful to experience. But then he started on her stretched lips, and while not as painful as her eye adornment, she still suffered greatly since her strength was depleted. As he permanently painted her lips a vibrant red, the girl between her legs pulled her mouth away from her sex and replaced it with her fingers instead. She easily worked all her fingers and then her fist into Samihah’s sex. The slave tickled her inner folds with her fingers first, before beginning to fuck her saturated sex. This was what Samihah needed to launch a much-needed climax. She clawed at the chair holding her as the needle etched the color into her lips and the tiny fist pounded her twinging sex.

  The lip coloring took far less time than the tattoos covering eyes, and her orgasmic response made it seem even faster. When he was done adorning her lips another cool patch was placed over her gagged mouth, cooling the burning flesh of her lips. But the relief was short-lived when the chair was angled back even farther, tilting her body backwards. The fist was roughly pulled from her snatch, leaving her quivering while her orgasm waned. She felt hands on her breasts, wrapping them tightly in what felt like thin twine. Her tits ballooned on her chest and then they were bound to each other, making them feel like taut balls sticking out from her ribcage.

  Samihah now heard his voice again, “The Sheik thinks you are a lovely slave, but your nipples are too light colored for his tastes. I am tasked to color them properly and for this treatment he dictates no pleasure for you.”

  Samihah tried to steel herself for the next torment, but could not resist screaming this time. Feeling the needle assaulting her stretched areolas, though no less sensitive than her eyelids, it was just too intimately painful to bear silently. With no help between her splayed legs this time, she cried into her gag constantly, as Master Ichiro plied his craft across engorged nipples.

  Watching this treatment from just a few feet away, both Jada and Jadwa were nearly distraught. They knew they would be next and the gifted mouths still lapping at their respective twats did not nearly dispel the thought of the pain that would soon envelop them. But like their mother, their ingrained submissiveness warred with their sensibilities to accept their inevitable fates. Samihah would have been proud of the girls if she were not so utterly consumed by the travail she was currently enduring.

  By the time Samihah’s nipples were a brightly colored pair and covered by the cooling patches, she was a fully spent woman, barely able to cling to consciousness. Master Ichiro ordered the slave that had pleasured her to move her to a recovery room. The slave rolled the wheeled table away from the room, pushing the delirious woman to a small room adjacent to where her daughters awaited their treatments.

  Once inside the room she adjusted Samihah so she reclined just the way she did before the procedure started. She checked her patches and then left her alone to sleep. The relief the tattooed slave felt was lost in the feverish dreams she experienced after such a harrowing experience, her mind trying to come to terms with they yet unrevealed designs painted on her by Master Ichiro.

  Jada endured her conversion next, leaving Jadwa to contemplate the torment the longest. It was both a blessing and a curse, as she had ample time to allow the slave servicing her pussy time to relax her. But her mother’s and then her sister’s cries of pain during the procedure was a constant reminder that the pleasure she was feeling was to be short lived. She was actually thankful for the brutal treatment she received during her training by Ryan and his sons as preparation for what would soon come.

  By the time Jada was wheeled from the room, Jadwa had found the inner peace she needed to survive the upcoming ordeal. Most of the credit belonged to the sprightly slave who had been kissing and licking her sex to the verge of climax for nearly four hours. She had been so close for so long, but the expert attention of the slave’s lips never pushed her over the edge. So when Master Ichiro started his procedure on her eyelids, unlike either her mother or sister, Jadwa nearly exploded into a climax as soon as the pain began. Her tending slave made sure to push her this time, her own memories of the procedure still vivid in her mind’s eye.

  The intensity of the orgasms this slave drew from Jadwa’s bound body nearly veiled the pain she experienced from the tattooing process. As her family slept fitfully after the grueling course they had suffered. Jadwa now experienced a new level of pain/pleasure that would change her forever. Unknown to Jadwa, this procedure would escalate her ability to endure the tortures she would face in her life as one of the Sheik’s slaves. Though her family was similarly conditioned, this event would help Jadwa embrace the pain she would feel much more willingly.

  ***

  She could see Master Ichiro’s face above her, still looking clinical, even though he was pounding his cock into her pussy like a jackhammer. Samihah was in heaven, after the tortuous session that permanently inked her sinuous flesh; she welcomed the feeling of a hard cock plundering her aching pussy. His stamina was impressive; it felt like he had been fucking her for hours, her sex barely able to produce enough lubricant to keep the phallus from burning through the walls of her steaming sex. Then the climax hit her, rattling ever fiber of her being as it exploded from deep inside her body.

  But then everything went black, the Master’s face no longer above her and her vision engulfed in complete darkness. Her rapid breathing and muffled wails of sheer ecstasy filled the room and she recognized she was now conscious again. The cock ravaging her sex no longer felt quite so real, in fact it felt much like a dildo, a feeling she was well acquainted with. As her climax built like a tidal wave inside her, she realized she was still strapped to the table and a machine was using her. She could hear the motor driving the dildo relentlessly into her pussy, even though her grip on reality was severely skewed by the pleasure coursing through her veins.

  Just before she fell into the true abyss of unconsciousness, the machine stopped, leaving the dildo still buried deep near her womb. The orgasm however, still raged through her, making her body twitch and squirm in its bondage. As Samihah tried to regain a grip on reality she noticed she was bathed in sweat, the thin layer of moisture now feeling superbly cool against her heated flesh.

  Lying there trying to calm down she heard a lilting voice say, “Does slave Samihah feel better now?”

  With her mouth still gagged and her lips sealed together with the cloth that was placed over her lips earlier, she barely managed to hum, ‘MMMMM HMMM.”

  “You are my charge until your decorations heal, this usually takes three days. I will tend to all your basic needs, and others will help to fulfill the rest. You will remain as you are and enjoy the rest, once you are done here you will be ready to serve our Lord and Master. Now would you like another dose from you new friend to help you get some sleep?” the mystery slave said, as she stroked her hand against the short end of the dildo protruding from Samihah’s cunt.

  The bound slave nodded and moaned her assent and was quickly grunting as the stiff invader started pound
ing her throbbing sex again. As she scaled the cliff of intense passion she started to realize that even in her short time here she was being transformed once again. She remembered her original shock, pain, and suffering when she was initially forced into slavery. Ryan was an intense trainer who twisted her into a whole new creature, one that barely remembered who she once was. But here, in this place, the Sheik was steering her toward another transformation. The scope and the cruelty she had witnessed, now coupled with the permanent modifications she was undergoing conspired to ingrain the absolute aspect of her new life. There was no escape or even reprieve at this point, she and the girls were destined to be harem slaves, literally designed to pleasure their betters.

  Half a dozen orgasms later she fell into the true sleep, the one you experience when every iota of your energy is thoroughly spent. Her attendant stopped the fucking machine and pulled it free from Samihah’s swollen sex. Using her hands she coated Samihah’s sex, inside and out, with a cool gel to comfort her charge. Then she removed and replaced the coverings on her new tattoos, checking them to see if there was a problem requiring Master Ichiro’s attention. As usual, his work was impeccable, and once the girl’s flesh healed she would look as splendid as all the other slaves here.

  For three days this slave tended to all of Samihah’s needs, feeding, flushing, bathing, and generally caring for the constantly bound woman. After a good night’s sleep on the first night, Master Ichiro himself inspected Samihah. Once he had checked and dressed her tattoos again, he proceeded to install her nose and earrings, a process that seemed minor compared to their last session together. But when she felt the cool metal rings, connected by the light chain along her jaw line, she felt utterly owned by the Sheik. It was a feeling she liked.