Arab Slaves
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Carl Campbell sipped his drink while he watched his daughters splash around in
the pool. Across the table from him sat his wife of 15 years. Sarah had just
turned thirty-five, but could easily pass for being in her early twenties. She
was dressed in a slim bikini that hugged her athletic curves in all the right
places. Her apparel was hardly appropriate for a woman in the Middle East, in
fact it was illegal. But, with the right friends and financial clout, private
enclosures within the estates of powerful individuals could be used, and in
this land, the rules don't apply to the men in control of the black gold known
as oil.

Carl's job was to acquire items for these men that, although well within their
vast budgets, were difficult to obtain, due to the western world's disapproving
attitudes. The most common of these things was high tech weapons, although
difficult to obtain, these things fetched a highly profitable price from his
clients. He also dabbled in another area of supply, with only his most
preferred clients, this trade item fetched huge cash, in return for very little
investment. One of Carl's professions, was an exclusive underground white
slave trader. His clientele was very select, only a handful of wealthy men,
who derived a great deal of pleasure from owning a beautiful young American
woman.

In this part of the world, it was an unwritten rule that a man owned women,
and that they were called his wives. The thrill for these men was lost because
a woman born into this culture accepted it as a way of life, unlike an
educated American woman, whose beliefs and morals would totally reject the
concept of being owned by a man.

Carl provided certain powerful men with women that he smuggled in from the U.S.,
most, specifically ordered in advance. When he received an order, he would
research for months to find a likely candidate, usually a woman with little
or no family, and young. She would be a blonde, brunette, or whatever else the
client was looking for. He usually only shipped two to three women per year,
most of them teenagers through their early twenties. The oldest he ever sold
was a thirty-three year old woman, his client had met her at a party on one of
his trips to the U.S., and was quite taken with her, but she rather forcefully
rejected his advances, embarrassing him in front of some of his associates.
Carl didn't normally do orders for a specific individual, he preferred to
snare anonymous victims, but his client was very determined, and this
translated into a very hefty fee for Carl, and so he did the job.

The last time that he saw her, she was hanging by her hands from a chain in a
small dark room, in the bowels of his clients palace, her clothes hanging in
shreds around her now naked body. Behind her, a soldier was swinging a long
leather whip back and forth, as his client relaxed in a large chair in front
of her, while the whip connected with her back and she screamed in excruciating
agony. He heard the screams fade, as he worked his way up and out of the palace.

The youngest woman he had ever sold, was a girl of about twelve, a homeless
runaway that he had picked up in a bus station. Once she was cleaned up and
prepared, she was very pretty. This one caused him some mental pangs, as his
own youngest daughter was about the same age. But his client was specific
about the age, and Carl fell back onto his rule that this was business, and
the girl was merchandise, and unlike his own daughters, whom he loved dearly,
this girl meant nothing to him but profit.

Carl turned from his wife, to watch his daughters again. Sarah knew nothing of
his real work, of course. She believed him to be in the export business, which
was true to a certain extent. He normally didn't bring his family on business
excursions, but the offer by his client for the use of the palace facilities
was too tempting for him to pass up. He suspected that the free working
vacation for him and his family was a softening-up ploy, in order to get a
better deal for the next arms shipment, necessary to counteract new weapons
acquired by his clients' main enemy. Carl was aware of this because, in fact,
he had been the supplier of the enemy's new weapons. Playing both sides off
one another was risky, but Carl was very careful that no connection could be
made between him and his other client.

He admired his daughters, as they took turns diving into the pool. Stephanie
was almost sixteen, and turning into a gorgeous young woman. Carl often caught
himself admiring her well developed body, she had her mothers' chestnut brown
hair, but wore it long. She also had her mothers' blue eyes. His other daughter,
Beth, had just turned eleven, and took after Carl's side of the family, with
big green eyes and long red hair. He could see the beginnings of her budding
breasts beneath her pink one piece bathing suit. He often found himself
thinking sexual thoughts when he was watching his daughters, but in spite of
his amoral stance toward the women and girls that he sold into slavery, his
wife and daughters were his greatest joy, and he hoped to retire comfortably
soon, and enjoy his family with no more worries for the rest of his life.

His reverie was interrupted by a servant delivering a message, the Prince, his
client, was ready for their meeting.                   

"I'll be back later hon. These things usually run late into the night." he
said as he rose. "Say goodnight to the girls for me." He kissed his wife and
walked into the palace.

He was led to an audience chamber, which was laden with silk tapestries and
large, colorful cushions, placed behind low tables. This was the Prince's
idea of a conference room. Most of the Prince's business meetings ran long and
late, usually finishing with some perverse entertainment, involving one or
more of the Prince's pleasure slaves, some of whom Carl had sold to the Prince.

Prince Ashir entered with his robes flowing, and, after the usual entrance
ceremony, proceeded with the meeting. The meeting went along as usual, the
Prince was very long-winded, and given to impromptu speeches, whenever the
mood took him. Carl noted that Ashir was in rare form, rambling on at several
points about trust and loyalty between business partners. Carl was getting
worried that maybe the Prince had learned about his other business deals, but
things winded up late in the evening, and a deal was struck.

The Prince clapped his hands, and the servants cleared the papers from the
tables. More servants swept into the room with large, covered boards. A board
was placed in front of each man's table. Carl looked at the object set in
front of him. The board was about three feet wide by four feet long, and was
draped with a large cloth made of silk. Whatever was under the cloth was fairly
large, and he assumed from the smell, that it was dinner, but he wasn't sure
that he was hungry enough for whatever filled up such a large plate.

"In honor of our esteemed colleague, Mr. Campbell, I have arranged a delicacy
as uncommon as it is exciting. As in so many fine recipes, how the food is
arranged, is as important as how the food is prepared." And with that, the
servants pulled away all of the silk cloths, unveiling the meals to everyone
present.

Carl was surprised, but he should have expected something like this, knowing
the tastes of his host. On the board was a naked young woman, strapped down to
the handles that ran along the edges. The woman was on her back, on top of her
hands, which were secured behind her back. Her knees were folded so that her
feet were pushed up against her ass, and a strap encircled her calves and
thighs on each leg, keeping them folded under her. Her feet were tied tightly
with the souls facing each other. There were two straps looped through her
knees, pulling them to each side of the board, leaving her pubic mound fully
splayed open. This was augmented by some kind of block under her ass, which
raised her loins up from the board. A thin leather strap crossed her waist
and two more, above and below her breasts. All of the straps were extremely
tight, her thigh muscles could be seen straining against the cords which
stretched her knees apart.

Carl could imagine how uncomfortable the girl was, but he couldn't see it, as
her face was hidden by a leather hood, which covered her entire head, ending
with a wide leather collar around her neck. The girl was completely hairless,
though she may have had hair under her hood. But her pubic hair had been
completely shaved off, making her look much younger than she must have been.
This girl was the 'plate' on which the food was placed. Around her crotch was
a salad, with lettuce, fruit and dressing laid out in a circle, her pussy
being at the center. Her pussy was mostly covered by a large white flower. On
her stomach sat a large lobster, sitting in a bed of steaming hot vegetables.
The lobster was facing the girls breasts, and it's pincers still had the
restraint bands that keep them closed while it's still alive. But these bands
must have been put on after they were through cooking though, because each
pincer was firmly locked onto one of the girl's nipples, just at the very base.

Carl was thankful that these meetings and meals were exclusively for men, so
that his wife never had to see a scene like this. Most of the 'meals' were
made with local women, but the Prince and Carl had 'white plates', with their
meals. Carl recognized the young runaway that he had sold lying on the Prince's
plate. She was the only one without a concealing hood, although she was
wearing a red ball gag in her mouth.

"Enjoy!" the Prince said, as started yanking at the lobster on the young girl
in front of him. Every time the lobster was pulled at, the pincers would pull
the girl's small breasts this way or that, causing a muffled squeal from
behind her gag.

Carl could see no way of eating without hurting the girl, and so he shrugged
as he just reached for the lobster. He poked at a piece of steamed potato with
his fork, and lifted it off of the girl's flat stomach. Her skin underneath
was red from the heat of the vegetables and sauce that had been placed on her.
He dipped the potato into a pool of sauce gathered in her belly button, and
stuffed it into his mouth.

He wondered where the Prince had acquired this second white girl, maybe he had
some competition in this market. A servant came up to him and handed him a
small spoon with a long handle. The servant then pulled the flower away from
the girl's pussy. Underneath was a large metal clamp, holding the girl's pussy
lips tightly closed. This too was removed, and then two smaller clamps were
attached to her inner lips. He heard a suppressed squeal come from under the
hood, as the large clamp was removed, and the smaller ones attached. These
clamps were equipped with long strings, which were then run through handles at
the sides of the board, and tightened. The girl's pussy was now stretched open.
The servant pressed down at certain places on the girl's abdomen, and caviar
oozed out of the girl's pussy. Carl shook his head in amazement, they had
stuffed her cunt with caviar! He reached over with his spoon, and scooped the
delicacy out of her pussy.

When most of the guests were done eating, the servants returned to clear off
the tables. They didn't remove the plates however, rather they brought sponges
and small bowls of water, which were used to clean the leftover food off of
the girl's bodies. Carl then saw what the 'desert' consisted of, as the other
guests lifted their robes, and mounted their respective 'plates', pumping
vigorously into the bound girls.

Carl was feeling quite excited himself at that moment, after looking at a
beautiful naked girl, spread out in front of him, for the past hour. But he
hesitated, he did not normally indulge in things like this when he traveled
with his wife, only when he was away on his own did he like to play around
when the opportunity presented itself. The Prince approached from the other
end of the table. Ashir didn't engage in such entertainments in front of his
guests.

"Please, feel free to enjoy my humble gift." the Prince said, with an odd smile
on his face. "I recently acquired her, and she has not yet been used by a man
yet."

Inwardly, Carl shrugged, it was decided for him, when the Prince mentioned the
word 'gift'. The tradition of this land stated that refusal of a gift was an
insult to the giver. As he didn't want to offend one of his biggest customers,
he stood up, and placed his right hand on her left breast, and started kneading
it, while his left hand went down to cup her pussy. He could see her attempts
to move her hips within the tight constraint of the straps, as he pushed his
middle finger into her. He fondled her for a while longer, but she remained
dry. 'Not surprising, considering her situation.' Carl thought.

"Let me get you some assistance." the Prince said, from his large, throne-like
chair, where he was watching the proceedings. He motioned to a servant, who
walked over and released the girl that had been his plate. This was the young
girl that Carl had smuggled to the Prince from America. She let herself down
from the table, and rubbed her limbs, to restore her circulation, while the
servant removed her ball gag.

"She has responded well to my training, although it was difficult at first."
the Prince said, smiling as the girl walked over to Carl's place at the table.

The girl didn't look at Carl, she merely climbed onto the table, and, got on
her knees in front of the bound girl. She then lowered her head, and started
licking the helpless girl's pussy. Carl remembered the young girl that he had
captured quite well, she was about thirteen years old now, with long blonde
hair, and a quite petite body, that was forming rather nicely. When he had
captured her, she had fought him with all of the strength that she had, but he
kept her handcuffed and naked in a closet for a week, and she then calmed down
quite a bit.

He did nothing to her, other than fondling her tits, because the Prince had
stipulated that she must be a virgin. He had heard that she had resumed her
energetic resistance when the Prince took possession of her, but she soon
learned that the Prince had a real talent for using creative methods of causing
pain and humiliation, in order to train the young women that he purchased for
his pleasure.

The bound girl was moaning softly when the young girl stopped her stimulation,
and moved to kneel in front of Carl. She opened his pants, pulled out his cock,
and started sucking on it. He moaned as the girl worked on him, obviously the
Prince had taken care to make her an expert at performing this service. She
stopped after some time, and stepped back. Carl climbed onto the table and
lowered himself between the spread knees of the girl on the table. She started
breathing in short, sharp gasps, as he slowly pushed his cock into the tight
entrance of her pussy.

He didn't get far when he reached her intact hymen. Carl paused for a second,
and then shoved his cock into her all the way. A high pitched squeal came from
inside the hood, as the girl felt her virginity being ripped away. He pumped
himself slowly into her tight, hot, wet pussy, until he came. The girl had
stopped moving, and just lay still, breathing heavily. He pulled out of her,
his cock covered with her virgin blood, mixed in with his semen. As he climbed
down from the table, strong hands grabbed him from behind, it was two of the
Prince's big bodyguards. He shouted at them, but to no effect. It had slipped
his mind at the moment, that the guards didn't speak any English. They dragged
and carried him out of the room, and down a short hallway, then into a small
room, whose door locked behind them.

The room had only one piece of furniture, a large wooden chair, with a high
back, and straps affixed to the arms and legs. In a very short time, he was
secured to this chair. He hadn't even been able to pull his pants up, his
blood covered cock was flopping around in his lap. Before he could say anything
more, one of the guards shoved a large piece of cloth into his mouth, and
secured it in place with a strap running around his head. The guards then left
the room, but soon returned, pushing a large cabinet on wheels. They were
followed by the Prince, who ignored Carl's questioning eyes. The men opened
the cabinet in front of Carl, inside was a large screen TV, with stereo
speakers on each side. They connected some wires, and then left him with the
Prince.

"A month ago, my soldiers raided a warehouse belonging to my chief enemy." he
said, now looking at Carl for the first time. "We found an interesting
assortment of weapons. In fact, they were identical to the catalogue of
merchandise that you offer."

He turned on the TV, it showed a view of the room where the dinner had taken
place. The girl that he had fucked was still there, and still tied to the
board. However, now another woman was kneeling over her, one hand mauling her
tits, the other sliding four fingers in and out of her pussy. There was still
blood on her thighs from her lost virginity. The woman looked towards the
camera. She was oriental, and dressed in some kind of leather outfit, made up
entirely of straps. She looked back at the girl, then reached over, and pulled
the hood from her head.

Brown hair flowed down, now free from the hood. The woman grasped the girl's
extended jaw, there was a large rubber prod in her mouth, held there by straps,
and turned her face towards the camera. Carl tried to leap from the chair,
almost knocking himself over, the girl's eyes were shut, her face soaked with
sweat and tears, but it was Stephanie, his sixteen year old daughter.

"It took a while, but my investigators were able to trace those weapons to you."
the Prince shook his head, as Carl tried to scream something at him. "I don't
need to hear any false explanations. I have seen sufficient proof that you
have been dealing with my enemies. You have broken the trust that I gave you
as a business partner, and now I will claim my right to retribution." he said,
gesturing towards the TV.

The Oriental woman had removed the prod gag from Stephanie's mouth, and was
again pushing her four fingers into the teenager's pussy. With every thrust,
she pushed her fingers in deeper, and Stephanie moaned louder.

"You will pay through the pain and humiliation of your women. They have been
told why they are being made to suffer, and your daughter knew that it was you
who raped her. The scene was also witnessed by your wife, through this camera.
You will remain in this room for some time. You will not be harmed here, but
you will be shown recordings of some things that have already been done to your
wife and daughters, and when that is complete, you will see live scenes of
things that are going to be done to them." He smiled from the doorway on his
way out. "I do not bear ill will towards you or your family, but payment must
be extracted for the betrayal of my trust, Good evening."

He left the room, closing the door behind him. On the TV, Stephanie screamed
as the woman forced her whole hand into her cunt, made a fist, and twisted her
arm back and forth.

Carl felt worse than he ever had in his life. He doubted the Prince would let
any of them live. Why hadn't he suspected it?  He pulled uselessly at the
straps, as the door opened and a guard walked in. He carried a case full of
video cassettes. He placed them on top of the cabinet, and pulled the first
one out. It had a label titled, 'Sarah eating dinner', Carl read, as the guard
held it front of him to see. The cassette was then placed into the machine
under the TV and started. Before the guard left, he turned the volume up, as
high as it would go.

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Tape #1 - Sarah Eating Dinner

Sarah was strapped into what looked like a dentist's chair, and dressed in the
clothes that she had set out to wear to dinner that night. She was shaking her
head wildly, and making unintelligible noises, because she was wearing one of
those prod gags. A guard walked into view, and locked into place padded metal
braces on either side of her head. He turned the adjusting knobs, until the
braces held her head tightly in place, so that no motion was possible. He then
released the prod gag, and pulled it halfway out, tilting it towards her nose.

This forced her lower jaw down even further than it was with the gag fully
inserted. He held the prod in place with one hand, while the other retrieved a
piece of hard white plastic from the tray beside the chair. The plastic device
was a small rectangle, with grooves on each end. He pushed it into one side of
her mouth, and worked it into place on her rear teeth, her back molars wedged
into the grooves of the plastic tightly.

He repeated the process with another plastic rectangle on the other side of
her mouth. When he was done, he pulled the prod out of her mouth. Her mouth
still gapped open as far as it had with the gag in place, the plastic spacers
forcing her jaws to remain painfully wide open.

A woman then entered the scene, carrying a covered tray. The woman was tall,
with shoulder length black hair, that she wore up. She was wearing a white lab
coat, which hung down to the middle of her thighs, white stockings and white
heels. She placed a tray next to the chair.

"My name is Sylvia, I supervise the punishments that the Prince orders for his
female slaves." she advised, as she checked the straps holding Sarah to the
chair, "The Prince has ordered you and your daughters to endure punishments,
until such time as he decides to stop them. Why you are being punished is of
no relevance to me. My responsibility is to see that the Prince's wishes are
carried out, and to ensure that you and your daughters are not permanently
injured, as the Prince dislikes devaluing his property. I'm a fully qualified
nurse, and I will try to keep you and your girls as comfortable as possible,
within the bounds of my duty to the Prince. I can even make it pleasant for
you at times if you like." and she ran her hand up along Sarah's calf to her
inner thigh, just under her white skirt, and squeezed.

Sarah jerked in the chair, and groaned in anger, as she wasn't capable of
forming any words, with her mouth distended as it was.

"Well, no matter, when you aren't being punished, you are mine to use as I
wish, your daughters too." she informed the bound wife.

As Sarah let out another moan, Sylvia pulled a pair of rubber medical gloves
out of her pocket, and pulled them on. "I believe you were about to attend a
dinner party when we interrupted you. Well, we won't let you go hungry."

She removed the cover from the tray. Under it, was a large metal bowl, the
contents of which immediately assailed Sarah's nostrils.

"You have your youngest to thank for your dinner tonight. She was very
reluctant to expel it, but we helped her along." the woman advised.

Picking up a large spoon, Sylvia scooped the lumpy brown substance up, and
dumped it into Sarah's mouth, holding her tongue down with her other hand.
Sarah gagged, as the noxious stuff ran down her throat, and immediately started
retching. Spoonful by spoonful, Sarah was fed her daughter's shit. When it was
all gone, Sylvia pushed a button, and the chair started tilting back with the
help of an electric motor. The motor stopped when her head was two feet from
the floor.

"Ahmed, give her something to wash it down with." Sylvia ordered, as she
removed her gloves.

The guard stood above Sarah's head, and took his cock out. Sarah cried out
again, but was quickly silenced, as the stream of urine hit her mouth and
filled it up. She had no choice but to swallow, in order to keep breathing.
When he was done, she sobbed quietly, until she was shocked back to reality,
by a bucket of cold water, which was dumped over her head. Sylvia knelt beside
her, and used a sponge to clean her face and mouth.

"That went well, now we'll do something nice for desert." she said.

Out of her pocket, she pulled a small metal device. It was basically a small
stainless steel clamp, with two small posts on either side. Reaching into
Sarah's mouth, Sylvia grasped her tongue, and pulled it out. With her other
hand, she closed the clamp around Sarah's tongue, as far back as possible.
Using a small screwdriver she tightened the clamp, until it was firmly holding
Sarah's tongue in place, out of her mouth. Sylvia released her grip, and Sarah
reflexively tried to pull her tongue into her mouth, but the small posts on the
clamp bumped against the plastic spacers in the back of Sarah's mouth, and
would go no further. Sarah's tongue was now held at almost full extension, out
of her mouth.

"You have probably never been made to pleasure another woman before, so this
first time I'll do all of the work." Sylvia advised, as she opened her lab
coat, revealing that beneath it she wore nothing but the white stockings and a
matching garter belt.

Her full breasts swayed, as she stood facing Sarah's feet, with her legs on
either side of Sarah's head. Sylvia touched the chair's control, and Sarah's
head started lifting up towards Sylvia's crotch. Sarah's eyes closed tightly,
as her extended tongue made first contact with the lips of Sylvia's pussy.
When the motor stopped, Sarah's tongue was lodged inside of Sylvia's pussy hole,
her chin was smothered in pubic hair, and her nose was wedged between Sylvia's
ass cheeks.

Sylvia was already wet, and started rocking back and forth over Sarah's face.
She could feel the forced out tongue rubbing her pussy wherever she wanted.
She excited herself on Sarah's face for some time, occasionally sliding
forward, so that Sarah's tongue excited her anus as well. She climaxed
violently, holding onto Sarah's tits with her tightened fists. When she was
finished, she closed her lab coat, and returned the chair to it's upright
position.

"That was nice." she said, as she sponged off Sarah's face, which was covered
with her juices. "Next time, you won't be locked into the clamp, and you will
learn to do it very well by yourself, as will your daughters."

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TAPE #2 - Beth in the bathroom

The woman named Sylvia was leading Beth down a long hallway. Beth was dressed
in her school uniform, a pleated checkered skirt, a white blouse, knee socks,
and black shoes. Her long red hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

"You should use the washroom first, because you won't be able to during the
official dinner ceremony." Sylvia said with a smile.

She led Beth down a side hallway. Unlocking the door, she led Beth into a
small bedroom. The room was lit with low lighting, a small four poster bed was
on one side of the room, and a small leather couch sat on the other side. In
front of the couch was a long, low bench covered in leather. On the bench sat
a young girl, not much older than she was. This was the young slave that the
prince had acquired from Beth's father. She was dressed much the same as Beth,
with a short skirt and blouse, except that her feet were bare.

"This is Rosalyn, she is staying here for a while to learn about the Prince,
and his way of life." Sylvia said, smiling at the girl. "You notice that she
doesn't speak, unless specifically asked to. This is a custom of the Prince's
people. Young girls must remain silent, until asked to speak. Would you like
to learn more about the customs of the Prince and his family Beth?"

"I guess so." Beth replied hesitantly, as she looks around the room. The walls
were covered with tapestries, depicting all kinds of flowers in many colors.

"That's very good. We'll start now then. The washroom is through that door."
she says, and leads Beth through a door into a large bathroom.

The bathroom was all done in black porcelain. The walls were mirrored on all
sides. There was no sink, only a large bathtub, and an odd looking bidet, as
well as a low bench, much like the one in the bedroom. At various places
throughout the room, and on the fixtures, were solid silver rings. Beth, of
course, didn't grasp the importance of these things, but her father, watching
the whole scene on video tape, had seen this bathroom before. The Prince had
it custom built for his new young slave, Rosalyn. Using the rings, a girl
could be secured in any number of positions, and be forced to perform normal
bathroom functions, as well as some not so normal functions. Beth looked at
the bidet strangely, she had never seen one before.

"It's called a bidet. You remove your panties, and squat over it." Sylvia
explained, as she sat down on the bench, and watched Beth expectantly.

"It looks weird, but I'll try it. I shouldn't be long." she said, standing
next to the device, and waiting for Sylvia to leave.

"Now, you have to remember the Prince's customs, you do not speak unless asked
to, it would be considered impolite if you spoke around adults. You might as
well start now. There are punishments here for girls who break these rules."
Sylvia said, "And you don't have to worry about relieving yourself in front of
me, or in front of other women, or in front of the Prince. You should not be
ashamed of your body."

"I'd rather try this alone, please." Beth replied. Now she wasn't sure if she
wanted to experience too much of this Prince's culture, if she couldn't speak
and had to use the bathroom in front of other people.

"Now Beth, you really must make an effort to be silent. Your father is aware
of what we are doing, and has voiced no problems about it." Sylvia said, and
was starting to look more serious now, having lost some of the cheerfulness
that she had exhibited before.

"Perhaps a demonstration would ease your hesitations. Rosalyn, come and show
Beth how to properly relieve herself." and motioned to the girl who had
followed them into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The girl walked over to the bidet and straddled it, one bare foot on either
side. The device was wider than normal, and this caused the girl's legs to be
parted more than usual. She reached down and lifted the short skirt up, so that
it was bunched around her waist. Her crotch was hairless, her small slit
completely exposed. At this point, Beth had seen enough, and ran for the door,
but found it locked. Sylvia grabbed Beth by her arm in a strong, painful grip,
and pulled her over to the other girl, pushing her down onto her knees.

Beth found herself looking straight at Rosalyn's pussy, it lips slightly parted
because her legs were spread so wide apart. Beth tried to yell for help, but
found her mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth that Sylvia had retrieved from
her pocket. Sylvia took a silk handkerchief from another pocket, and placed it
over the cloth in Beth's mouth, and tied it tightly behind her head.

"Now you will learn how to do what you are told, and to be silent." Sylvia
said darkly.

She then nodded to Rosalyn. Rosalyn concentrated for a second, and then a
stream of urine emerged from between her legs, splashing into the water below.
Beth tried to look away, but a firm hand in her hair yanked her head back, and
she was forced to watch the remaining urine flow from the girl urethra.

When Rosalyn was finished, Sylvia nodded to her again and simply said, "And
now the other."

Rosalyn squatted a bit lower, and after straining for a moment, she was
rewarded with a large plop in the bowl below. Beth was close to tears now, as
Sylvia pushed her face even closer to Rosalyn's crotch, as the girl cleaned
herself with some tissues. When Rosalyn was finished, Sylvia pushed her over
to the bench.

"Take off her shoes and socks." Sylvia said, as she held Beth down on the
bench, her legs dangling off the end. "If you struggle, you will be hurt, so
be still." speaking in a scary tone of voice, much different from her friendly
words earlier today.

Beth stopped struggling, scared stiff of being hurt by these people. Rosalyn
removed her shoes, and then stripped off her socks, leaving her feet bare.

"Get some ankle and wrist cuffs." Sylvia ordered.

Rosalyn retrieved four leather and steel cuffs from a cabinet on the wall. The
cuffs were made of thick leather, with steel buckles, and rings with clips,
but they were sized carefully for a small girl's wrists and ankles. Indeed,
they had seen much use holding back the struggles of Rosalyn quite often while
she was under the attentions of the Prince.

She locked a cuff tightly on each of Beth's slim ankles, and then placed the
wrist cuffs on her reluctant wrists, which had been forced out by Sylvia.
Sylvia then stood Beth up, who was openly sobbing now, and said, "Take your
panties off Beth."

Beth just stood there, not believing what was happening to her. Sylvia looked
meaningfully at Rosalyn. Rosalyn walked over to the cabinet, and came back
with a long black switch. "Either you take them off, or I will, and then you
will feel this switch across your bare bottom." Sylvia snapped the switch for
effect.

This frightened Beth into motion, she would do whatever Sylvia asked, or be
hurt. She reached down, the unaccustomed to the weight of the cuffs on her
wrists, pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. They were white, with
pink flowers printed on them.

"Very pretty!" Sylvia said, as she picked up the underwear, "Now stand over
the bidet."

Beth did as instructed, having to spread her legs uncomfortably to do so. She
wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Don't worry about that, I like young girl's
tears." Sylvia informed her.

She reached down, and using the clips on Beth's ankle cuffs, fastened her
ankles to two rings on either side of the bidet. She then locked Beth's wrists
behind her back. Beth's belt was removed, and then her wool, wrap around skirt
was taken off as well. Beth now only wore her white blouse, which hung down
below her waist. Sylvia smiled at Beth's panicky expression, as she undid the
buttons of the blouse, and then pulled it down her shoulders a bit, so that
the front of her blouse was wide open.

Sylvia sat on the bench and admired Beth's nearly naked body, her pubic area
was just starting to grow fine red hairs around her delicate slit. Beth's
newly forming breasts were still just small bumps, inside her dainty training
bra.

"You may begin now." Sylvia said, as she took the switch from Rosalyn.

Beth just whimpered, moving her hands around against the unaccustomed
restraints. Sylvia reached out with the end of the switch, and tapped it
lightly on Beth's pussy lips. Beth jumped slightly, squealing through the gag.

"My patience is wearing thin Beth."

More tears flowed, as Beth released her bladder, and her urine streamed noisily
into the bidet. She soon finished, still sobbing into the gag.

"Now the other thing, just like Rosalyn." Sylvia ordered.

Beth's eyes opened wide at this, but she immediately tried to comply, however
her bowels were not cooperating in this situation.

"Well Rosalyn, she is trying, but I think she'll need some help." Sylvia said,
as she walked over to Beth and pushed her forward, and down to her knees.

Because her ankles were still attached to the sides of the wide bidet, she
ended up kneeling directly in front of it, her bottom pressed against its edge.
The bench was then moved up to her, until it bumped against her stomach. Sylvia
went around behind her, and grabbing her pony tail with one hand, she shoved
the other between Beth's legs, roughly grasping her crotch. Screaming into her
gag, Beth was lifted up, as Rosalyn pushed the bench forward into Beth's waist.
Sylvia lowered Beth's torso onto the bench, and secured it there with a tight
strap over her waist. Beth was now lying half on the bench, with her bottom
suspended over the bidet, her legs spread wide by her secured ankles, on either
side of the bidet. Sylvia opened a cabinet on the wall, and inside was the
various toys that were available for the Prince to use, or had been used on
Rosalyn. Included was a full enema kit, with a long hose, clamp, nozzles and
several clear bags full of some liquid. The nozzles were arranged by size and
numbered.

"Rosalyn, you're about the same size as Beth, what size feels most comfortable
for you?" Sylvia asked sweetly.

"I can use a number 2 without any pain, mistress." Rosalyn spoke for the first
time in a small, little girl voice. There were a total of six nozzles in the
set.

"And what does the Prince use on you?" Sylvia asked, as she examined the
devices. Each nozzle started out with a small spout, and was about three inches
long, flaring out towards a grove at the base. The smallest barely widened at
all along it's length, while the largest flared to 1 « inches before the
groove at it's base.

"He uses number 5, unless he's punishing me, and then he uses the #6." Rosalyn
replied.

"Well, we'll go easier on Beth, as this is her first time. A #4 will do nicely."

She removed the nozzle, which was still almost an inch wide. Removing the rest
of the kit, Sylvia attached the hose to a new bag, and hung it from a hook in
the ceiling, letting the hose hang down. Near its end, was a clamp. Sylvia
watched the liquid flow down the hose until it was stopped by the clamp.

"Hold her open for me." Sylvia ordered.

Rosalyn threw a leg over the bench, and sat down on the small of Beth's back,
facing her bottom. Placing a hand on each of Beth's bottom cheeks, she pulled
them wide apart. Beth groaned loudly, but Sylvia was no longer concerned with
the sounds that Beth produced. Pouring some oil from a small jar onto the
nozzle, she crouched down behind Beth. Sylvia placed the tip of the nozzle on
Beth's small dimple of an anus, and started working it into her. Beth was
screaming into the gag now, and at the same time trying to wrench herself away
from the intrusion into her bottom. But with Rosalyn's weight on her back, and
her ankles locked into place, she could do nothing, as the widening nozzle was
forced into her.

Sylvia continued pushing and twisting the nozzle against the resistance of
Beth's sphincter muscle, smiling as she watched the young girl's muscles give
up, as the nozzle sunk all the way into her now tightly stretched anus,
locking into the groove at the base of the nozzle. Sylvia took the free end
of the hose, and attached it to the base of the nozzle. When she released the
clamp, the liquid flowed down and into Beth's rectum.

"We'll just give her a quart, to loosen her bowels up a bit." Sylvia said, as
she walked around to watch Beth's face, as the liquid continued to flow from
the bag into her bowels.

"I am being easy on you now Beth, but if you fail to do everything that either
I or the Prince asks of you from now on, I will use the largest nozzle, and
put enough liquid into you to make your belly, to swell you up like a pregnant
woman. Your voice will fail you because of your constant screaming from the
pain. Do you understand?" she asked.

Through her whimpers, Beth nodded her head. "That's good, because we can do
nice things to you as well." Sylvia said, as she walked back around to the bag,
which was almost empty, and squeezed the rest of the liquid down the tube.

The nozzle was removed, and Beth was released, made to squat over a pail, and
release her bowels. Her attitude now was totally submissive, and she did
everything asked of her with a blank face. Beth's restraints were removed, and
put away by Rosalyn, and then she was led back into the small bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed please Beth." Sylvia said, as she followed the girls into
the room.

Not saying a word, Beth sat on the bed, and then stretched out, her hands
nervously clasped on her tummy. Sylvia sat down beside her, near the head of
the bed, Rosalyn sat on the other side of her, near her bare feet.

"Now we'll do something nice for Beth, Rosalyn." Sylvia said, smiling at Beth.
"Show Beth how you have learned to make another girl feel good below her waist."

Rosalyn reached over and started running her hands up Beth's slim legs. Beth
stiffened, and once Rosalyn's hands started pushing her skirt up her thighs,
she reached down in panic, squealing into her gag.

"Now, now, I'll have none of that." Sylvia said, as she pulled Beth's wrists
above her head, fastening them to silk cords already attached to the bed's
frame for just such a purpose.

Rosalyn pushed Beth's skirt up to her waist, revealing bare, slim hips, and
her naked pubic area, which was sparsely covered with fine red hairs. Rosalyn
started running a finger along Beth's closed slit. Beth jumped from the touch
to her private parts, and tried to roll away, but Sylvia held her down with a
hand on her stomach. With her other hand, Sylvia undid the buttons to Beth's
blouse, which fell open to reveal her dainty white training bra. Meanwhile,
Rosalyn continued to rub her fingers along the front of Beth's pussy, between
her tightly closed legs. Sylvia slid a hand underneath a white, frilly bra cup,
and cupped the small, barely formed breast. She held the bud of Beth's nipple
between her thumb and forefinger.

"Now, you will keep still, and do what I tell you." Sylvia said, as she looked
into Beth's eyes, and played with the girl's nipple. "Or I will do things like
this."

Beth's small torso arched up off of the bed, as Sylvia squeezed her small but
sensitive nipple, with her strong fingers. She fell back, breathing heavily
when Sylvia eased up on the pressure, without releasing the nipple from her
grip.

"Pull your knees up, and spread your legs wide apart." Sylvia ordered,
punctuating the phrase with another quick squeeze on Beth's nipple.

Beth, tears streaming down her face, slowly brought her knees up, and moved
her legs apart. Rosalyn promptly placed herself between them, her face just
inches away from Beth's now fully exposed pussy. Placing a finger on each
pussy lip, Rosalyn drew Beth's pussy open, and proceeded to run her tongue
along the inner folds of flesh that were now exposed. Beth squealed and turned
her head to the side, but didn't move, fearful of the tight grip still on her
tender nipple.

"There, now isn't that much nicer?" Sylvia said, smiling as she moved the bra
cups aside, exposing Beth's small, budding breasts. Sylvia bent over and took
the nipple that she had hurt into her mouth.

They continued like this for some time, Rosalyn eating Beth's pussy, while
Sylvia sucked on her nipples. Beth's head was turned all the way to one side,
and she was whimpering now and then, as her physical reactions to the
stimulation that she was under, started to take over. Suddenly she stiffened,
breathing short, fast breaths into her gag, as she climaxed.

"Very good Rosalyn!" Sylvia said, as she rose from the bed, "The Prince won't
be using her until tomorrow, so she's yours for the night."

Sylvia moved towards the door. "Keep her tied and gagged, and make her cum at
least twice more before morning. Good night girls." there was a click, as the
door was locked behind her.

****************************************************************************


Carl closed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. He wanted so
much to scream for them to stop, but he knew it was useless, that action had
already taken place, and he was only watching the recording of it. Who knew
what they had been doing to his precious Beth since then?

After a while, one of the guards entered the room. The video cassette was
removed from the machine. The guard didn't have a new cassette this time,
instead, he switched the channel on the monitor. The room now in view looked
somewhat like an operating room in a hospital. In the center of the room,
underneath bright operating lights, was a flat metal table, mounted on some
kind of large pivoting base. The table glinted like highly polished chrome,
reflecting the glare of the lights like a mirror. This device was clearly
intended for use with a human body, for instead of the usual rectangle shape,
it was shaped like the outline of a person. Numerous seams and joints could be
seen on the surface, denoting sections that could be moved when necessary. The
table was also equipped with numerous black straps, to hold the occupant in
place.

"This is His Excellency's interrogation room." the guard said without looking
at Carl. "It was here that your treachery was discovered from one of our
enemy's soldiers. He didn't survive." The man stopped at the door on his way
out and added, "Pray that your wife fares better."

On the screen two guards appeared. Between them was his wife, Sarah. They had
stripped her clothes off, and she walked between the guards with short steps,
glancing fearfully around the room. Her feet and hands were in prison shackles
joined with chains, which held her hands down at her waist. She looked unharmed,
but someone had shaved her pubic hair completely off, leaving her pussy
completely exposed. In Sarah's mouth was a black plastic ring, held in place
by straps secured behind her head. The ring had grooves on top and bottom for
her teeth, and when locked in place, held her mouth open. Part of the bottom
of the ring extended in to her mouth, over her tongue, holding it down like a
permanent tongue depressor. The effect of this was to prevent Sarah from
speaking, yet still allowed her to make all the other sounds that the Prince
liked to hear from a woman in pain.

Sarah started to struggle, as she was lifted onto the table, but the guards
easily held her in place and strapped her down, removing the prison shackles.
When the guards were finished, Sarah's body was firmly secured to the sections
of the table. Her legs were strapped at ankle and thigh. There was a large
strap over her hips, just below her belly button. Two straps were above and
below her tits. There were straps on her wrists and arms, a thick collar on
her neck, and a strap across her forehead. The guards then left when they were
finished.

Sarah was on the table, breathing in short fearful gulps, for about ten
minutes, when a man entered the room. The man was of Oriental origin, bald,
and dressed in a doctor's lab coat. He didn't say a word to Sarah for the
entire session. He performed his tasks in an emotionless, almost robotic way.

The man started off by working some controls on a wall panel. There was some
humming from underneath the table, as hydraulic pumps were activated. The metal
table separated into its components, it's leg sections moving apart, until
Sarah's legs were widely separated. The arm sections swivelled away from her
sides, and stopped only when her arms were angled back above her head. Sarah
was now in a spread-eagle position.

The man push another control, and the leg and arm parts of the table slowly
pushed away from the main part of the table. Sarah cried out, as her body was
stretched to it's limit. When the table stopped moving, Sarah's body was
stretched tight, her tendons could be seen straining from the tension from the
modern rack.

The small Oriental man opened a drawer, and removed a tray of small metal
objects. He placed the tray in a bracket at the side of the table, and took
one of the objects out. It was a metal clamp, with a large round wheel attached
to a screw for tightening. He placed the clamp on Sarah's thumb in such a way
that it compressed her thumbnail when he tightened it. He only tightened it
enough to hold it in place, then he put three more clamps on her other thumb
and her two big toes.

Two more clamps were retrieved and he grasped one her Sarah's tits. Pulling
her nipple up, he placed the clamp firmly around the base of the bud of flesh.
He repeated the process with her other nipple. He pulled one more clamp out,
smaller than the others. Walking between her widely spread legs, he pulled at
the folds of flesh around Sarah's clitoris, causing it to pop out into the
open. The small clamp was then tightened around her small pink clit, as she
squealed in pain from the sensation.

All of the clamps were now attached with just enough tension to hold them in
place, but even this was sufficient enough to cause Sarah plenty of discomfort
to her tender nipples and clit.

The man then started tightening one of the thumb clamps. The large wheel and
fine threading on the screws caused the clamp to close slowly on Sarah's thumb.
Suddenly her moans of discomfort turned into screams of pain, as the clamp
compressed her thumbnail with impossible force. When the man was finished, the
tip of Sarah's thumb was a deep red color.

Her cries continued as he tightened the other thumb clamp to the same degree.
She tried in vain to twist her foot away, when he approached, but it was
grasped, and her screams rose a level, as the clamp compressed her toe between
its jaws. The other toe was finished next, and now Sarah whimpered piteously,
as he approached her side, an grasped her left tit in one hand, while the
other turned the wheel. Another scream peeled out, as the clamp crushed her
nipple, until it was almost flat between the steel jaws. Sarah's voice was
starting to go, when her second nipple was crushed by the clamp. He was now
between her legs, fondling the last clamp, that was secured to her clitoris.
When he tightened the clamp and Sarah's clit was squeezed between steel, she
let out one last scream, before she fainted.

****************************************************************************


Carl had long since ceased struggling, against the chair that he was fastened
to. He just watched the monitor with helplessness, as his family was tortured
and abused for the sole purpose of revenge over his less than honest business
practices. His only hope was that once the Prince was done extracting his
payment for Carl's treachery, that Sarah and their daughters would actually be
released. Carl had no illusions about his own fate however, he was a dead man.

*****************************************************************************


The screen on the monitor switched to a new room, an opulent office with an
elegant, hand carved oak desk in front of a large window. At the desk sat the
Prince, he set some papers down, as the large double doors opened. Stephanie,
Carl's fifteen year old daughter, walked in. Her expression was one of pain
and confusion, resulting from her experiences at dinner. She was dressed in
her own regular clothing, a grey wool skirt, white blouse and a blue jacket.
On her feet were low heeled shoes, though she wasn't wearing any stockings.
Following Stephanie into the room was Sylvia, in the traditional clothing of
an Arab woman, including the almost opaque of veils.

"She is ready, my lord." Sylvia said, passing a small black colored remote
control to the Prince.

"We are about to have visitors from your embassy." the Prince said, as he toyed
with the remote control. "You will behave normally, and act as if nothing odd
is happening. If you are asked about the rest of your family, you will say
that they are off sight-seeing." the Prince then smiled for the first time.
"While you are aware of your preparations for this interview, I think that a
small demonstration of the consequences that will result from disobedience is
in order."

With that, the Prince reached for the remote control box. The box consisted of
a dial, and four red buttons. He adjusted the dial to setting 5, the highest
being 10. The Prince pressed a finger to the first button, and Stephanie
immediately let out a yelp, her hands flying to her chest. The button was
released after only a second, but Stephanie was still holding her chest,
almost hyperventilating, with tears running down her face. Sylvia approached
her, and pushed the teenager into a chair, wiping her face off with a cloth
from inside of her robe.

"Now we can receive our guests." the prince said, as he pressed another button,
this one though was on his desk.

The representatives from the embassy entered, and were introduced to Stephanie
and Sylvia, and a short meeting subsequently took place. Throughout the meeting,
the Prince toyed with the remote control. The dial was set on 1 or 2 at times,
and he pressed the bottom three buttons randomly. Stephanie maintained a
normal expression, appearing to be attentive to the meeting. But her thighs
moved back and forth under her skirt, occasionally clenching tightly together.
When the meeting was concluded, the men exchanged pleasantries and left.

The Prince sat behind his desk and nodded to Sylvia. She then led Stephanie to
the front of the Prince's desk. Walking over to the wall, she flipped what
looked like a light switch. A panel opened in the ceiling, and with the whir
of an electric motor, a chain lowered through the opening. At the end of the
chain were a pair of leather cuffs, and these stopped lowering when they
reached the frightened teenager's face.

Sylvia then walked over and fastened the cuffs tightly to Stephanie's wrists.
Next she pulled the jacket off of the girl's shoulders, and removed the
harness, placing the battery/control unit and receiver on the desk. Under the
jacket Stephanie had worn a harness, similar to a pistol harness that's used
by plain-clothes police. The difference was, that instead of a pistol holster,
there was a rectangular battery pack held under the girl's left arm, and a
small receiver under her right arm.

A thin wire ran from the receiver, across her back, to the battery controller,
and from there, four thicker wires ran down to her waist, disappearing under
the waistband of her skirt. Sylvia removed her jacket, and set it aside. She
then pulled the teenager's skirt down and off, leaving her in just her white
blouse, which hung down to her upper thighs.

Sylvia now produced another pair of leather cuffs from a wall cabinet, and
after removing the girl's shoes, fastened them onto her slim ankles. Grabbing
the girl's left ankle, Sylvia clipped the ring in the cuff, to an eye bolt
mounted at the bottom corner of the desk. She repeated this with the other
ankle. Stephanie's legs were now spread wide to each side of the desk, the
edge of which was just below her pelvic area. She faced the Prince and started
sobbing, as the motor above started pulling her hands up again, taking up the
slack from her fastened legs, until she was stretched out tightly. Sylvia
reached around behind the girl, and ripped open her blouse, revealing to the
Prince what had been done to Stephanie earlier.

Under the blouse Stephanie wore no other clothing. A wide, tight rubber belt
was fastened around her waist. A rubber strap connected to this in the front,
ran down between her legs, and was fastened at the back of the belt, drawn up
tightly into her crotch. Three of the wires ran into this, the fourth ran up
to the girl's pert breasts. The fourth wire split in two, one extension going
to each of Stephanie's nipples. The wires were stripped of insulation at the
ends, and then twisted tightly around each nipple.

"You did well during the meeting." the Prince said, smiling evilly. "Of course
at the low setting that I had it at, the devices inside of your holes provide
more pleasure than pain. Although I've been told that the metal contact on a
woman's clitoris causes pain at all settings." as he pressed the fourth button.

Stephanie's hips jerked. "Please stop." she squealed.

He released the button. "I noticed the younger man, Mr. Stevens, glancing at
you several times during the meeting." the Prince noted, "And not exactly with
fondness either, have you met him before?"

"No, that's the first time I've ever seen him." Stephanie replied.

"I'm not sure that I believe you." the Prince replied, and turned the dial to
7, and then pressed each button for just a second. Stephanie's body clenched
tightly, and vibrated as current flowed through her breasts, into the prod in
her cunt, into the other prod in her anus, and through the metal contact on
her clitoris. She screamed constantly, then fell limp when the last jolt faded.

"Tell me where you met him, and why he dislikes you so much."

Stephanie spoke in gasps, "At a dance in the embassy, he danced with me. He
hung around me all evening. When he got me alone later, he tried to kiss me,
he was very rough."

"What was your response?" the Prince asked.

"I slapped him, and told my father. He was reprimanded, and he may get demoted."
she said, as her tears were flowing freely down her face.

"That's better." the Prince said, and after he thought about it for a minute
added, "Sylvia, invite young Mr. Stevens to a special party tonight. I think
young Stephanie would like a chance to make amends to the gentleman."

The Prince got up and walked around behind Stephanie. Sylvia activated the
motor, lowering the girl's hands until they were at her waist, the excess
chain laying on the desk. Sylvia then went around, and sat down in the Prince's
chair. She pulled the chains, forcing Stephanie to bend forward over across
the desk.

Behind Stephanie, the Prince lifted up the back of her blouse. Placing one
hand on her ass cheek, he used the other to unfasten the rubber crotch strap
from the back of the belt. When the strap was pulled out from between her legs,
the anal prod, with it's wire, could be seen embedded in her anus. Below that,
the cunt prod poked out of the girl's pussy. The Prince opened his robe,
revealing a large, erect cock. He grasped the anal prod and pulled, it came
out of the girl with a pop.

He then pulled her ass cheeks apart, and placed his erect cock against her
small anal dimple. Stephanie started to panic now, but Sylvia held the chain
tightly, keeping the teenager stretched across the desk. She screamed when he
thrust his large cock into her ass to the hilt in one swift motion. She
continued crying out on each successive thrust.

As the Prince was about to cum, Sylvia picked the remote box, and pressed the
buttons, sending current into her breasts, clit and cunt at the same time. The
Prince came violently, as he felt the girls body jump up, the muscles in her
ass clenched around him like a vice, and pushed him over the edge.

"Get her ready for the party tonight." the Prince said. "And be sure that she
dresses exactly the same as she did at that embassy dance, her clothes should
all be in her luggage."

He pulled out of the limp girl, wiped himself with her shirt, and then left
the room.

****************************************************************************


Carl awoke with a start, as the door opened and Sylvia walked in. Behind her
came Stephanie, naked and being pulled along by a collar and leash. Stephanie
was gagged with a ring gag, a hard plastic ring wedged into her front teeth,
with straps securing it in place around the back of her head. The gag held her
mouth wide open, her tongue could be seen fluttering around in the open space.
She had been put in a harness made of black leather straps. The straps went
around her waist, crossed her breasts and over her shoulders, meeting at the
back of her waist. Where the straps went over a tits, there was a three inch
diameter iron ring, through which the girls tits had been forced. This caused
her tits to bulge out through the painfully tight rings around the bases of her
tits. A thin, hardened leather strap, with evenly spaced knots, ran between
her legs, threading through her naked, hairless pussy lips. The straps had
been tightened to the extreme, causing visible indentations in Stephanie's
creamy, white skin. Her hands were in leather cuffs, that were linked together,
and connected to the back of the harness at her waist.

Carl looked into his daughter's eyes, and what he saw there wasn't pleasant. A
lot of pain and humiliation from her experiences with the Prince, but also a
new found hatred for her father, who had raped her. Carl was still gagged, so
he couldn't say a thing, but he didn't know what he would say anyway.

"Well Stephanie, let's say hello to your daddy." Sylvia said, smiling as she
moved the girl until she was standing right in front of her seated father.
"You can start out by sitting on his lap, facing him." Sylvia added with
another smile.

Tears started rolling down her face, as she opened her legs and placed her
naked bottom on her father's thighs, her legs on either side of the chair.
Carl's pants were still down around his ankles, and his cock jumped when her
bare mound brushed against it. Stephanie looked down briefly, only to see his
cock, coated with her dried blood, from when he raped her, stealing her
virginity.

"Move your hips girl, rub yourself on his cock." Sylvia ordered.

Stephanie moaned through the open ring gag in protest.

"You will obey me, or you'll have another session with those electrical toys,
and this time, I'll make you want to jump out of your skin." Sylvia warned.

Stephanie looked to the side, as she started moving her hips. Carl felt his
daughter's bare cunt rubbing up and down his cock. In spite of himself, his
cock leapt to attention from the stimulation.

"Show him how nice your breasts look in those rings. Rub them against his face."
she said.

Stephanie partially stood up, still standing over his lap. Her ringed tits
came up to the level of his face, and she started caressing his face with her
protruding but rock hard breasts. This caused more pain from the constricting
rings.

"Enough! Get off of him!" Sylvia ordered.

She walked over to a cabinet and returned with a thin bamboo cane. Putting a
hand on Stephanie's shoulder, she pushed the girl down to her knees. Placing
the cane down behind the frightened teenager, Sylvia reached over to Carl and
unfastened the seat belt like strap, holding his waist to the chair. Grabbing
a handful of long brown hair, Sylvia pushed Stephanie's head down into her
father's lap. Stephanie squealed in protest, as the ring gag settled onto her
father's cock. His erect member slipped through the ring, and into her mouth.

Sylvia shoved the girl's head down, and then reconnected the lap belt over the
back of her head. Stephanie was gagging, and trying to pull her head up, as
Sylvia yanked the strap tight, pressing her face even farther down on the
erect cock. Carl squirmed in his chair, never had he felt so utterly at odds
with himself. His cock was lodged firmly into a struggling girl's throat, and
it felt great, but at the same time, he was horrified that the girl was his
fifteen year old daughter.

"There, now that's what I call father-daughter communication." Sylvia said, as
she picked up the cane. "In fact, I think little Stephanie is going to get
across how she feels in a very unique way." Sylvia sent the cane whistling
across Stephanie's bent over ass.

A muffled scream came out of the poor girl, as a deep red line appeared on the
upper part of her bottom cheeks. Carl jumped too, as his cock vibrated in her
throat, as her throat muscles clenched from her scream.

"I do hope daddy's in a sexy mood, because I'm not going to stop beating you,
until he cums in your mouth." Sylvia laughed, as she landed another stroke,
just below the first.

Another scream erupted from Stephanie, and another moan from her father, as
the girl's pain was transformed into friction on his excited cock. Stephanie's
feet were kicking the floor, as she tried to avoid the blows, but they came
relentlessly. On the fifteenth stroke, Carl was starting to approach an orgasm.
Sylvia delivered five really fast, sharp slices, that drove the screaming
teenager crazy. Carl came furiously, sending wads of semen down his daughter's
throat. Stephanie choked and gagged, but couldn't move away. The girl's bottom
was criss-crossed with red lines left by the cane, at one point, were two
lines intersected, a drop of blood could be seen.

"I must say, that you two have a great relationship!" Sylvia said, as she
unfastened Stephanie, and lifted her to her feet by the hair. "If you'll excuse
us, Steph has to get ready for a hot date." and pushed Stephanie out the door
without looking back.

****************************************************************************


Later that evening, Stephanie stood in front of a tall mirror. Evidence of the
past day had been washed away, although under the clothes that she wore, there
were still the welts from the cane on her bottom. Sylvia had the girl dressed
to kill, in a strapless black evening dress, that showed off her creamy
shoulders. The tops of her breasts were revealed in a plunging neckline that
just stopped short of her nipples. The dress had a tight waist, and the hem
stopped a just a touch higher than mid-thigh. Under the dress she wore black,
shear panties, with shear stockings and a black garter belt. On her feet were
3 inch high black heels. Sylvia had done her hair up to perfection as well.

"Well, no wonder this Stevens guy was taken with you." Sylvia said slyly.
"That's a very hot look for such a young girl like yourself."

"Please don't make me do this." Stephanie pleaded finally. Although with what
had happened so far, she no longer believed that there was anything that was
to harsh for her to do.

"Now what did we say about talking?" Sylvia asked, "I don't want to mess up
the beautiful job I've done, because you've forgotten the rules, and need to
be punished." she paused and smiled, "But just in case there is still some
doubt as to whether you can do what I've told you to do..."

She walks over to a curtain, and draws it back. Behind the curtain was a
window into a dark room, lit only by a fireplace. Sarah was in the room, naked
and tied over a wooden trestle. A bald Oriental man was anally raping the bent
over woman with his large cock. Sylvia pushed a button on the intercom device
mounted beside the window. Instantly, Sarah's cries could be heard in time
with each forward thrust of the large intruder into her small tight, formerly
virgin anal passage. A video camera was set nearby, no doubt recording the
scene live, for Carl's viewing pleasure.

"I hate to interrupt your fun, Master Li." Sylvia said, "But could you give us
a small sample of your talent for persuasion?"

The man said nothing, as he pulled out of Sarah's ass, and walked over to the
fireplace. Taking a pair of iron tongs, he lifted a small burning ember out of
the flames. He approached Sarah's exposed ass, with the glowing material held
before him in the tongs.

"No, please don't!" Stephanie cried out, placing her hands on the window pane.

The man did not acknowledge her. Using one hand, he pried open the crack of
her ass, and quickly placed the burning ember in between her ass cheeks, just
above her anus. He then dropped the tongs, and used both hands to press closed
her cheeks. Sarah let out a long, piercing scream. Her legs could be seen
pulling frantically at their bindings, as she struggled to dislodge the ember
burning into her tender flesh. Master Li held the ember in place for a full
minute, and then released her as cheeks, allowing the ember to fall to the
floor. The skin in her ass crack, where the ember had been, was a deep red,
with blisters already starting to form. He placed his cock back to her small
anus and started thrusting into her again.

"I'm sure that you understand your position now." Sylvia said, to the now
crying teenager, as she closed the curtain. "You will meet with Mr. Stevens
tonight. You will not speak a word unless told to. You will do everything and
anything that he asks, or Master Li will get a chance to play with young Beth."

****************************************************************************

Dale Stevens walked into the Prince's ornate office for the second time that
day. He had no idea as to why the Prince required another meeting, the hand
delivered message had contained no details. He also wondered if that little
stuck-up bitch would be around again. He still entertained dark thoughts about
her. After all, he thought, she had practically hung all over him that night,
teasing him until he was bursting with lust, only to play the shy virgin when
he responded in kind.

The Prince looked up from the papers on his desk. "Thank you for attending on
such short notice." he said, as Dale sat down.

"I'm honored, as always, but I wasn't aware that there were any more official
details to be ironed out since our last meeting." Dale replied, as he sat in a
plush chair.

"Indeed, that is so." the Prince said with a smile, "I had intended to discuss
business of a more personal nature with you today."

"And what might that be?" Dale ventured warily.

"I have recently discovered that certain, uh, competitors of mine have been
receiving inside information from your embassy. Also, that this information
comes from a bright young staffer who's tastes exceed his meager civil
service salary." the Prince said smoothly.

"Are you accusing me of ..." Dale replied indignantly, although he knew
exactly what the Prince was talking about.

"Not at all. Just pointing out the possibilities, if this information were
indeed true." the Prince gestured expansively, "For instance, it might be
advantageous to me, if the information going to my competition were to cross
my desk first. It would allow me advance notice of certain things, perhaps
some of the material could be slightly altered, before reaching the
opposition's eyes. I would be very appreciative to such an individual, in ways
that my competitor cannot."

Now this was getting interesting, Dale thought. But he still had to play this
cool, until he was sure that this joker was on the level.

"I still have no idea what you're talking about." Dale replied, hoping that
his deception was visible, but not too visible.

"Let me demonstrate." the Prince said generously, as he pressed a button on
his desk. "My competitors offer financial rewards for services rendered, I'm
sure, and I do the same thing. But I believe that I can offer, shall we say a
'perk' that they can't match."

The Prince became silent as Stephanie walked into the room, followed by
Sylvia of course. Dale's jaw almost hit the floor. It was her! The little
tramp was dressed exactly as she had been that night. The same sexy black
dress, her hair done up the same way. 'Hell,' he thought, 'even her perfume
smelled the same.' Sylvia was in her working clothes, a white lab coat that
ended at mid-thigh, with white stockings and heels.

"I believe that you have already met Stephanie." the Prince said, "Say hello
to my guest Stephanie."

"Hello Mr. Stevens." Stephanie said in a quiet voice.

"Young Stephanie has agreed, for personal reasons, to be owned by me for a
period of time." the Prince said, as he came around the desk and stood beside
her, "Until, an as yet undetermined future date, this young lady belongs to me
in body, if not in soul." placing a hand lightly on a bare shoulder. "And
possessions of mine, I can of course bestow upon others as 'gifts', for their
loyalty and service."

"Is some kind of game?" Dale asked irritably, "If you have something to say,
please say it. Otherwise I'll take my leave now."

"Very well Mr. Stevens." the Prince said, "Your people lack the grace of polite
conversation. But I too can be abrasively direct when I desire. What I'm
offering you is, in addition to the usual financial arrangements, the use of
young Stephanie, in exchange for the informational items mentioned earlier."

"You've got to be kidding!" Dale exclaimed, although he noticed a deep blush
coloring the pretty teenager's face.

"Stephanie, kneel in front of Mr. Stevens, and kiss his shoes until I tell you
to stop." the Prince ordered.

Stephanie slowly kneeled down before Dale's chair. Dale watched her pretty
head lower to his shoes. He almost died when he felt her lips pressing against
the toe of his leather dress shoes.

"As you can see, she will accommodate anything that you desire, without
complaint." the Prince said, and gave him a big grin, "Do we have an equitable
deal?"

"Yes." Dale breathed, still staring at Stephanie's bare shoulders in the
strapless black dress, as she continued kissing his shoes.

"Very well." the Prince said, "I have other business that requires my
attention. Please feel free to use the girl for the rest of the evening,
Sylvia will assist you."

The Prince left the room. Dale was still speechless, staring down at a formally
stuck-up young tease, as she continued kissing his shoes. Dale's imagination
was starting to run wild.

He turned to Sylvia and asked, "I can do anything I want with her?"

"Anything at all, she is yours for the evening." Sylvia replied. "But you must
not cause any permanent damage to her. Our master frowns upon de-valuing
property that he lends out."

"Why isn't she saying anything about this?" he asked.

"She has certain instructions to follow." Sylvia explained, "She's not allowed
to speak, unless told to by you."

"She will do anything I ask, without me having to force her to do it?"

"Yes, but you may also use force with her, if you like." Sylvia said with a
sly grin. She could almost see the drool coming out of this guy's mouth.

"Stephanie, take my shoes and socks off." Dale ventured. The girl stopped
kissing his shoes, and took the items off of his feet.

"Now you may lick and suck my toes for a while." Dale said, as he smiled down
at her.

There was just the briefest of hesitation, before he felt her warm, soft lips
engulf one of his big toes. He ran a hand along her exposed shoulders, thinking
about how much fun he was going to have with his pretty new slave. When he
tired of her soft lips and tongue playing with his toes, he lifted her up by
her hair, so that she was kneeling upright in front of him.

"May I point out that you look particularly stunning tonight Steph." he said,
looking her in the eye for the first time since she slapped him at the embassy.

"Put your hands behind your head, and keep them there." he ordered. Reaching
for her, he placed one hand on the side of her face, and gently cupped her
soft breast through the dress with the other.

"You weren't very impressed the last time I did this, eh?" he said, as his
hand started rolling her tit around. "I do recall getting a nice stiff nipple
reaction, before you so rudely interrupted me. Of course, there will be no
interruptions this time."

He pulled down her dress' cup, that was barely covering her breast, revealing
a perfectly shaped breast, with a very erect nipple. He quickly pulled down
the other cup, leaving both of her tits bare before his hungry gaze.

"Wet your fingers and play with your nipples for me." he said, as he pulled
his cock out of his pants.

She hesitated for a second until she felt a hand grasping her hair, pulling
her head back. Sylvia looked down at her, there was no mistaking the message
in her eyes. Stephanie licked her fingers and started caressing her own
nipples. Her face blushed, as she watched the excited eyes of this hated man,
watching her stimulate her own body.

"Turn around and bend over." Dale ordered.

Stephanie turned around on her knees, and lowered herself to her hands. Then
she felt a hand between her shoulder blades shove her head down to the floor,
leaving her bottom stuck up in the air before his hungry eyes.

"What have you people been doing with her?" he asked, running his hands up the
outside of her thighs, and lifting the hem of the dress up to her waist,
revealing her black garters, and the skimpy pair of black lace panties. The
panties covered very little of her bottom cheeks, and revealed the red lines
decorating her pale skin.

"She was caned recently, as you can tell." Sylvia said, as she knelt down with
her knees on either side of the teenager's head. "All of her holes have been
broken in, but she was a virgin when she came to us."

Dale pulled the small panties down to the girl's thighs. With her bottom stuck
up in the air the way it was, Dale could immediately see the pretty, hairless
cunt, and above that the small dimple of her anus. He cupped the moist lips of
her pussy with one hand, while tickling her anal entrance with the thumb of
his other hand.

"Too bad. I would have liked to have done that myself. But this little bitch
turned into an ice queen, just as we got rolling." he said, punctuating the
word 'bitch' by shoving his thumbs into both of her dry holes, producing a
short cry, and some squirming by the pretty, young girl.

A sharp slap from Sylvia on the girl's hip stifled her cry, and stopped the
movement. Dale moved his thumb back and forth in her anal passage, watching
with fascination, as the tight little ring of flesh clung to his intruding
digit. He stood up, opening his pants, and pulling out a very erect cock.

"Roll her over, I want to see her face, while she gets fucked."

Sylvia grabbed Stephanie, and flipped her over onto her back. She grasped the
youth's stocking covered ankles, pulling them back and apart, leaving her naked
privates lifted and spread for the grinning man. He stared at the frightened
girl's eyes, as he knelt down before her, and placed his erect cock to the
entrance of her pussy. She let out a short gasp, as he shoved the length of
his cock into her tight pussy. She turned her head away, but he grabbed her
chin, and roughly forced her face towards his, as he began pumping into her
with slow thrusts.

Seeing that the man's body would hold the girl in place, Sylvia released her
ankles, and stood up. She opened her lab coat, and let it slip to the floor.
Underneath, as usual, she wore nothing but her white garters, holding up her
stockings.

"Wow, do I get to play with you too?" Dale asked with wide eyes, as he
continued fucking the beautiful, young teenager.

"No." Sylvia said with a hint of disgust, "I'm here to help you enjoy the
Prince's gift. Towards that end, I will do anything you wish."

Dale thought for a moment and then said, "I'd hate to have all of the fun by
myself, why don't you sit on the little slut's face, and let her eat you out?"

Sylvia smiled, as she moved forward, putting her heeled feet on either side of
the girl's head. Stephanie stared up into the woman's hairy cunt, as it was
gently lowered towards her face. She tried to shift away, but Dale kept her
pinned with his thrusting body, while his hand on her chin held her face
pointed straight up. Sylvia sighed, as she settled down on the teenager's face.
She shifted herself around, so that the wet lips of her cunt pushed down onto
the girl's closed lips.

"Open your mouth please." Sylvia said, as she moved herself back and forth on
the girl's face. "I want to feel your tongue inside of me. I'm sure that you
don't want to be punished in front of your new friend."

Stephanie, her face now soaked with the excretions of the hot cunt that was
almost smothering her, opened her mouth and extended her tongue into Sylvia's
cunt. Immediately she has to swallow the flood of juices that start pouring
into her mouth.

Upon seeing this, Dale starts pumping faster, and quickly shoots a load of
semen into the young girl's unprotected pussy and womb. He pulls out, and sits
back, watching Sylvia grind her hips over Stephanie's face.

"What else can I do to her?" Dale asks, as Sylvia closes her eyes in a silent
orgasm.

"I think that you might want to deal with the issue of her having slapped you
in public." Sylvia says, as she lifts herself off of the girl's face.
Stephanie's face was now really wet with Sylvia's fluids, as well as her own
tears.

"Yeah, I'd like to teach the little bitch a lesson, but what can I do?" Dale
asked, practically salivating at the thought of punishing this girl, with her
'holier than thou' attitude.

"There is another room in the palace, that is much better suited for this kind
of thing, follow me." Sylvia instructed, as she pulled Stephanie up by her
hair, and pushed her out of the room. Dale quickly pulled up his pants and
followed.

Stephanie was on her knees in the new room, naked, save for a set of heavy
leather straps. In addition to the usual ankle and wrist cuffs, she now had
thick straps on each thigh, and a large belt digging into her mid-section.
Sylvia was busy arranging several chains, connected to pulleys on the walls
to either side of the girl. The room was fairly small, but was filled with
various rings and pulleys, connected to many places on the walls. The only
other item in the room was a large cabinet, which was being inspected by an
excited Dale.

"How would you like her arranged for punishment?" Sylvia asked.

"What is the best position?" he asks, as he picked up an item from inside of
the cabinet. "And what is this thing?" lifting up a large transparent plastic
tube, with a plunger on one end, and what looked like a large nozzle on the
other end.

"That would depend on what method of punishment that you wish to use." Sylvia
replied, "That instrument is a type of enema that you can fill it up with
various liquids, and then you insert the nozzle into a girl's ass. You can then
use the plunger to force the liquid into her bowels. You can do that more than
once, so as to increase the volume of liquid that she has to hold inside of her.
She will start to have severe cramps, and the pain is excruciating. It is a
favorite torture of the Prince's, especially with young, small girls." she
advises him

"Have you done this to her yet?" Dales asks.

"No, although her little sister received a mild enema earlier. Would you like
to try it? Its very exciting when the severe cramps start, along with the
screams." she informs him.

He walked around in front of Stephanie, and holds the large nozzle up to her
face. "Yes, I think that will work out nicely." he replies, smiling into the
terrified teenager's tear streaked face.

Sylvia pushed the girl's shoulder down, so that she was on her elbows and
knees. The chains came next, two chains connected to her wrist cuffs to the
pulleys at floor level, on the opposing walls. The same was done to her ankle
cuffs and thigh straps. Two large chains from the ceiling were connected to
either side of her waist strap. Sylvia then tightened the chains. Stephanie's
ankles were held wide apart, while the chains on her thighs held them wide
open as well, and the waist chains kept her bottom from dropping when her
knees were pulled apart.

Stephanie's weight was partially supported by her knees, and partially by her
waist chains. Finally the wrist chains pulled her arms out as far as possible
along the floor and to her sides. Without the support of her arms, her upper
torso to fell to the floor, raising her ass even higher into the air. Dale
walked around behind the teenager. The effect was incredible! The girl's
buttocks were thrust high up into the air, thighs were being held widely apart,
her chest and head were bent down onto the floor.

Sylvia retrieved a plastic basin from the cabinet, and started filling it with
hot water from a faucet in the wall. As it was filling, she added some soap
solution from a small bottle, causing the water to bubble slightly. When the
basin was full, she placed it between Stephanie's wide spread thighs, and
motioned for Dale to begin.

Dale placed the large nozzle into the hot water, and pulled the plunger back.
The hot, bubbly liquid was drawn up into the transparent cylinder. He then
carefully placed the tip against the girl's small anal opening. He smiled as
he forced the device into Stephanie, her small opening had to stretch wide to
accommodate the large nozzle. This extracted a long moan from Stephanie, who
had been mostly silent until now.

When the device was fully inserted, Dale reached back to the fully extended
plunger, and began pressing it home. Stephanie immediately started shaking her
body, within the limits of the chains, crying out, as the vicious hot liquid
was forced into her bowels. When the device was empty, Dale withdrew it from
the crying teenager's ass. Immediately, Sylvia reached down and forced a large,
rubber plug into the distended opening.

"We don't want the little darling letting go too early, now do we?" she said.
"It usually helps, if you make her jump around a little after taking one of
those, it kind of loosens her up inside." she informed him, as she held the
plug in place. "You can use that whip in the cupboard on her back for now."

Dale found the whip. It was a series of long, knotted leather strands, attached
to a handle. He walked over to the whimpering girl, and let the leather strands
run across the side of her face.

"You know," he said, smiling sarcastically down at Stephanie's tear-streaked
face. "You're not such a bad date after all!"

He punctuated the sentence with the whip, sending a hard blow onto her back.
Instantly, red lines appeared where the leather cords had cut into her pale
skin. Dale delivered several strokes across the girl's back, getting a sharp
cry from her with every impact.

"Time for her second helping." Sylvia said.

Dale quickly re-filled the plastic cylinder, and when he was ready, Sylvia
pulled the plug out from Stephanie's ass. He thrust the nozzle into her tight
ass again, and plunged another dose of hot water into her now spasming body.
When he pulled the nozzle out again, Sylvia reinserted the plug into the now
constantly moaning girl. This time Dale picked up a kind of metal cane. The
device consisted of a rubber handle, attached to a thin, flexible metal rod.
The rod was three feet long, and about as thick as a car antenna.

"That usually works best on the backs of her legs." Sylvia advised.

Dale rested the rod on the back of her slim calf, then raised it up and brought
it down with a quick stroke. Stephanie let out an astonished scream, as a thin
red line appeared on the back of her leg. He gave her four more slices on her
calves, before he had an idea of his own. He stepped back and sent a whistling
slice into the sole of her left foot. Stephanie screamed her most agonized cry
yet, and leapt against the chains. He sent another cut into her right foot, and
she jumped around for a few minutes, before finally collapsing.

"You've made her faint." Sylvia noted, "Get ready to give her another dose of
water, while I wake her up."

Dale refilled the cylinder for the third time, and shoved it into the girl's
stretched anus. Sylvia held a small vial under Stephanie's nose, and the girl
jerked awake, her eyes were wide, as the plunger started shoving more water
into her bowels. When the device was again empty, Dale felt under the girl's
belly. He wasn't surprised to find a slight swelling, due to the amount of
water that he had injected into her.

"This time, I think you might enjoy plugging her yourself." Sylvia said,
smiling as she ran a hand through Stephanie's hair.

Dale got the message. He dropped his pants and placed his painfully erect cock
at the teenager's nether entrance. Stephanie screamed in protest, but it was
lost in a gasp, as he shoved his length into her already over pressured bowels.

Dale sighed as he started pumping into Stephanie's bowels, some of the water
started to leak out around him. 'This Prince sure knows how to live!' he
thought to himself.

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