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The Making of A Harem Slave
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THE MAKING OF A
HAREM SLAVE
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, har-
nesses, 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 instru-
ments, a hypodermic needle, and two small shining stainless
steel rings...
Christina spent a fitful night. Every time she turned or
stretched, 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 con-
trol, 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 knew master. It was neces-
sary 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
cloths, 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 wheals 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 slaves 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 weild 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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