At dawn Christina was roused from a sleepless night. Her mind was in a
whirl after her shocking abduction. It was all so swift and smooth --
the men had come at dusk when she was alone in her secluded home, and
had grabbed her and handcuffed her. In a second she was forced to show
them her room, where they gathered up her prettiest dresses and
underwear, and stuffed them into suitcases. They also took a quantity of
her mother's brassieres, panties, corsets, and hose. Then it was away in
a van as it got dark. She was strapped on to a mattress, gagged and
hooded. No chance at all. It was pitch dark as she was hustled into a
house, and quickly stripped of her jeans, T-shirt and thongs. She was
thrown on to a bed in a darkened room, still bound and gagged. A leather
collar was tightened round her neck, and chained to the bed.
Now as dawn broke, with heart pounding she felt the strong arms of a
captor release her neck chain, and raise her from the bed. Terror and a
certain thrill surged through her bones. Although she was used, of
course, like all american girls, to appearing in public in rather
revealing bikini swimsuits, she had never stood before a man in her
underwear. The farthest she had gone was to let her boyfriend unbutton
her blouse and carress the smooth fabric of her bra. But she did not
feel embarrassed -- just very apprehensive.
She was taken to a punishment room next door. Her wrists were still
bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ball gag held her mouth
wide open. Her captor took her to a spot in the room where iron rings
were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel down. Quickly he
fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked them to the rings in the floor so
her ankles were close together. He had forgotten to remove her bikini
pants, so he did the job with a knife. Christina shuddered and began to
perspire in horror as her nakedness was exposed. Next he unhooked her
brassiere. She felt cool air on her beautiful round breasts. How often
at home she had stroked and admired the lovely maidenly bosom with which
nature had richly endowed her, wondering who would be the first to be
dazzled by her naked charms. Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his
dress, seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could not resist
feeling the firm globes with his coarse hands. He went to the wall,
which was hung with straps, chains, harnesses, and various insturments
of chastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back a
thin leather harness. Carefully he draped this round her breasts,
crossing over the shoulder straps at her back, and securing them tightly
to the cross strap that went under her arms. Then he lifted Christina's
wrists and locked them tightly to the breast harness, so that she had to
bend forward to ease the discomfort. Next he fetched a discipline
helmet. As soon as he loosened the ball gag, Christina gasped and
started pleading for mercy. But in reply he slipped the ugly black
helmet clean over her pretty face. Through zippered openings her nervous
eyes peered out.
Through the mouth slit he proceeded to insert a big rubber dildo gag
until it filled her mouth. The girl struggled as best she could against
this indignity, but he forced it well in until he was able to snap the
zipper shut. Gag and blindfold were then tightened with straps at the
back of the head. Lastly, he brought down a chain from the ceiling and
locked it to a metal ring on the top of the helmet. The chain was
tightened, drawing the slim body into an uncomfortable erect position.
After what seemed like hours, Christina felt hands adjusting her straps.
The cruel helmet left her in total darkness, her mouth gagged with the
big rubber gag, her ears blocked to all sounds, and tears and sweat in a
hot sticky mixture all over her face.
But at last her ankles were freed from the floor, and strong arms raised
her to her feet. The chain at the top of her head slackened, and she
felt the cold links touch her bare shoulder. The it was removed.
But, more restraint was to come, and worse. The Arab led his slave
captive to a post, and proceeded to stand her back against it. She
leaned forward because her arms were still secured high behind her back
with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightly strapped to
the cold iron post. Then her knees. Then her thighs. Then her waist. She
had to take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap. Then her
wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up behind her and above her head,
and again secured behind the post. The captor removed the breast
harness, and stepped back admiring his work. He seemed well pleased. Her
full rounded breasts were drawn up to full prominence by her streached
arms, contrasting with her slim waist and flat tummy. He examined and
tweaked her nipples. Christina dreaded what was to come. When she was
restrained in a kneeling position, uncomfortable though it was, at
least, she thought, her private parts were protected by her knees. Now
she was nakedly open and totally defenceless as never before in her
young life. Even the tight straps, gripping her legs close together,
were a source of comfort in her terrible situation. Christina wriggled
as best she could to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but
the Arab had done his job expertly. She sobbed and sobbed in despair.
Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn streached figure at the post, another
Arab had come in. He prepared Christina for the next operation. He
brought a table and a box of instruments, a hypodermic needle, and two
small shining stainless steel rings... .SP She was painfully aware of
her wrists chained to her new nipple rings. As before, a short chain
held her leather collar, which she was quite unable to reach with her
chained hands, to the head of the bed. Further, she could feel her two
breasts chained together with a loose festoon of chain with a larger
link in the middle, and from this across her body and legs presumably to
the foot of the bed. The helmet was replaced by the original ball gag,
so her pretty mouth was now sore and distorted from the various gags she
had worn.
After what seemed many hours, her captor came in and untied her bed
chains. He explained that His Serene Highness the Sheik of Abu Nessary,
her new Master, was ready to see her. He washed her tear- stained face,
removed the gag, and combed her long blonde tresses. She must keep her
hands clasped in front of her under her breasts, and must kneel and kiss
the feet of His Highness. The she must kneel upright and look him in the
face while he told her of her fate. She must say nothing except "Yes, My
Lord."
After these brief instructions, he grasped the two chains of his charge,
and with a riding crop in his right hand, propelled the terrified female
down some corridors into a room of great luxury. Seated on a sort of
dais was the sheik. It was difficult to see much of him due to his Arab
headdress, black beard, and dark glasses. The trembling teenage slave
knelt and did as she was bid, while the slave master held her chains as
if she were a dog.
His Highness began: "My servant will have told you who I am. After much
search I have chosen you to be a slave in my harem. No white girl has
yet had the honor to fulfill such a role. You are now totally my captive
and under my control, so I want you to put away any thoughts of escape
or release. We find that the discipline helmet and restraints that you
wore yesterday are most effective for reminding a slave of her total
lack of freedom, and of her absolute dependence upon her new master. It
was necessary for you to undergo the short, sharp shock of strict
bondage to get you to quickly realize that you have suddenly left once
and for all the carefree, affluent life of an American teen. But you
have not suffered yet, except perhaps a little soreness in the nipples.
We find it wiser to put our new captives asleep while we insert the
elegant steel rings into their breasts, but you will soon be proud to
wear this adornment and the brass chain joining the rings, as an
honorable mark of slavery in my kingdom. Let me say that the rings and
chain are a happy addition to your already considerable feminine charms.
Also we have taken the precaution of fitting you with one of my special
chastity belts, because you are entirely mine and only mine. No one will
take your virginity until I am ready to do so, and I do not want to
place my servants under undue temptation, obedient though they are. A
pretty young blonde American girl with a beautiful figure is quite rare
in our desert kingdom, you understand, especially when she is unclothed!
"Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country -- it is illegal to
own slaves, as you know. My dungeons in my desert palace in north Yemen
are well equipped for the purpose, and it is there that you are to
fulfill your chosen role. A position of high honor as Slave of the Royal
Bedchamber and of Sexual Rituals and Delights. Moreover we must leave
the country at once. So we fly to Yemen this evening in my private
Boeing 707, and you will never see this country again, or have any
contact or communication with your family or friends. You will be out of
reach of any would-be rescuers, who will have no idea whatsoever of your
whereabouts. And so you will be able to devote yourself whole-heartedly
to learning the disciplines and arts of Arabic slavery. You will go to
the airport in a crate marked "Antique Furniture -- Handle With Care,"
along with twenty other similar crates, each containing a genuine
antique. For an hour or so, it will be extremely uncomfortable for you,
as you will be very tightly strapped in a seat in the crate, and heavily
gagged. But we will give you a drug so that you can relax. It is
necessary to conceal your presence while the customs men measure up the
crate. But once away from the United States, you will be released, and
will be able to enjoy the 14 hour flight to my desert kingdom.
"Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue your training under my
chief slave trainer, who is keen to start his work. Your training will
enhance your charms, talents, and skills, but your proud and independent
spirit must be broken. By day, you will sometimes be able to wear pretty
western clothes, exotic underwear, and so on. You will learn to speak
Arabic, to understand the Moslem religion, to belly dance, cook and play
music. But above all you will learn to display your body and charms to
me at any time of day or night, and to any of my visitors and friends
that I choose -- with the same sweetness and docility that I will expect
myself.
"On arrival, you will receive a few more days of strict bondage in my
private dungeons, to get used to the heat and the smells of Yemen. Then
next week you will be initiated to the program of flagellation which is
necessary to make you tough, willing and submissive at all times.
"The first few days you will receive the spanking paddle on your
posterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first, quite mild, until you
gradually get used to the discipline and ecstacy of pain. You will, of
course, be suitably restrained to present your buttocks as a convenient
target. We find it is wise to gag the slaves at first, as they otherwise
are apt to use up all their energies screaming -- and moreover may be
tempted to scream obscenities at the whipmaster, which only prolongs
their agony. He is very experienced, and has reduced over a hundred
females, Arab, Indian, Israeli, and African, to complete willing
subservience in a few weeks of treatment.
"Then you will have a week of the rhino-hide cane. This will hurt you
more, but you will be more accustomed to pain by then. He is unlikely to
cut your flesh, but it will raise beautiful weals that you will delight
to feel and see, and which I hope you will be proud of.
"Then after your training with the cane, by which time you will be more
accustomed to our 120 degree heat, flies, and other creatures that
inhabit our dungeons, you will be trained with the dog whip. Although
you will be well used to pain by this time, you will find this rather
terrifying at first. You will be strung up by your arms, quite naked on
in a very exposed position (of course all of our whipping stations are
carefully chosen to expose a slave's pretty flesh to the hot kiss of all
the chastisement we design for you). The whipmaster usually finds this
task too exacting to be carried out in ordinary Arab dress, so he wears
black rubber from head to foot -- rather fearsome. And he will not just
work on your posterior as hitherto. You will see him raise the big black
whip; you will hear the whistle as he curls it round your exposed body;
but you will not know where he will strike. This is part of the fun. You
have to guess! I like to come and watch this myself, and sometimes I
wield the whip myself to keep in shape, though I do not have his muscles
or skill. But wherever it lands it will hurt and leave its mark, as you
will see. Oh no, you will not soon forget the kiss of the lash.
"By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it will be time to test
your pretty young self with the cat o'nine tails. I expect you have
heard of this delicious instrument of torture. As before, you will be
strung up, quite exposed, and will be able to play the game of guessing
where the tails will land. It makes a delightful singing as it flies
through the air, and believe me, my dear young slave, each tail will do
its work on your soft young flesh. The weals will be uncountable, and
will be visible for eight weeks after the ordeal. But you will learn to
stand up stiff and straight (of course the chains and thongs will
prevent your collapsing) under this onslaught, which happens with
increasing severity for seven days. After that, we will see how willing
and ready you are for the work of Special Slave to the Sheik of Abu
Nessary. Perhaps more discipline will be needed -- we'll see. In any
case, the chief slave trainer likes to see his pupils back for refresher
training every few months, if only because some of my guests like to see
the stripes on the slave assigned to entertain them, and of course they
like to see a young slave girl soundly whipped. I even allow my closest
friends and family to do the work themselves, which is why I keep a
strong harem of the finest slaves girls in the east."
The exalted ruler waved his sceptre, and the quaking teen slave was
jerked to her feet by the chains. She again kissed the feet of her new
owner, turned and followed the slave master to the packing room. The new
piece of antique furniture would be well packed.
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