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Making of a Harem Slave, The
by Anonymous - 1991
***
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. (Mdom-F, nc, slave,
intr)
***
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 onto 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 caress the smooth
fabric of her bra. But she did not feel embarrassed --
just very apprehensive.
She was taken to a punishment room next door. Her
wrists were still bound behind her back, and the
uncomfortable ball gag held her mouth wide open. Her
captor took her to a spot in the room where iron rings
were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel
down. Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked
them to the rings in the floor so her ankles were close
together. He had forgotten to remove her bikini pants,
so he did the job with a knife.
Christina shuddered and began to perspire in horror as
her nakedness was exposed. Next he unhooked her
brassiere. She felt cool air on her beautiful round
breasts. How often at home she had stroked and admired
the lovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly
endowed her, wondering who would be the first to be
dazzled by her naked charms.
Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress,
seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could not
resist feeling the firm globes with his coarse hands.
He went to the wall, which was hung with straps,
chains, harnesses, and various instruments 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. Then 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
stretched 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 operand totally defenseless 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 stretched figure at
the post, another Arab had come in. He prepared
Christina for the next operation. He brought a table
and a box of instruments, a hypodermic needle, and two
small shining stainless steel rings...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 herbed 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. Then she must kneel upright and look him in
the face while he told her of her fate. She must say
nothing except, "Yes, My Lord."
After these brief instructions, he grasped the two
chains of his charge, and with a riding crop in his
right hand, propelled the terrified female down some
corridors into a room of great luxury. Seated on a sort
of dais was the sheik. It was difficult to see much of
him due to his Arab headdress, black beard, and dark
glasses.
The trembling teenage slave knelt and did as she was
bid, while the slave master held her chains as if she
were a dog. His Highness began: "My servant will have
told you who I am. After much search I have chosen you
to be a slave in my harem. No white girl has yet had
the honor to fulfill such a role. You are now totally
my captive and under my control, so I want you to put
away any thoughts of escape or release. We find that
the discipline helmet and restraints that you wore
yesterday are most effective for reminding slave of her
total lack of freedom, and of her absolute dependence
upon her new master.
"It was necessary for you to undergo the short, sharp
shock of strict bondage to get you to quickly realize
that you have suddenly left once and for all the
carefree, affluent life of an American teen. But you
have not suffered yet, except perhaps a little soreness
in the nipples. We find it wiser to put our new
captives asleep while we insert the elegant steel rings
into their breasts, but you will soon be proud to wear
this adornment and the brass chain joining the rings,
as an honorable mark of slavery in my kingdom.
"Let me say that the rings and chain are a happy
addition to your already considerable feminine charms.
Also we have taken the precaution of fitting you with
one of my special chastity belts, because you are
entirely mine and only mine. No one will take your
virginity until I am ready to do so, and I do not want
to place my servants under undue temptation, obedient
though they are. A pretty young blonde American girl
with a beautiful figure is quite rare in our desert
kingdom, you understand, especially when she is
unclothed!
"Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country --
it is illegal to own slaves, as you know. My dungeons
in my desert palace in north Yemen are well equipped
for the purpose, and it is there that you are to
fulfill your chosen role. A position of high honor as
Slave of the Royal Bedchamber and of Sexual Rituals and
Delights. Moreover we must leave the country at once.
So we fly to Yemen this evening in my private Boeing
707, and you will never see this country again, or have
any contact or communication with your family or
friends.
"You will be out of reach of any would-be rescuers, who
will have no idea whatsoever of your whereabouts. And
so you will be able to devote yourself whole-heartedly
to learning the disciplines and arts of Arabic slavery.
You will go to the airport in a crate marked, "Antique
Furniture -- Handle With Care," along with twenty other
similar crates, each containing a genuine antique.
"For an hour or so, it will be extremely uncomfortable
for you, as you will be very tightly strapped in a seat
in the crate, and heavily gagged. But we will give you
a drug so that you can relax. It is necessary to
conceal your presence while the customs men measure up
the crate. But once away from the United States, you
will be released, and will be able to enjoy the 14 hour
flight to my desert kingdom.
"Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue your
training under my chief slave trainer, who is keen to
start his work. Your training will enhance your charms,
talents, and skills, but your proud and independent
spirit must be broken. By day, you will sometimes be
able to wear pretty western clothes, exotic underwear,
and so on. You will learn to speak Arabic, to
understand the Moslem religion, to belly dance, cook
and play music. But above all you will learn to display
your body and charms to me at any time of day or night,
and to any of my visitors and friends that I choose --
with the same sweetness and docility that I will expect
myself.
"On arrival, you will receive a few more days of strict
bondage in my private dungeons, to get used to the heat
and the smells of Yemen. Then next week you will be
initiated to the program of flagellation which is
necessary to make you tough, willing and submissive at
all times."
***
The first few days you will receive the spanking paddle
on your posterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first,
quite mild, until you gradually get used to the
discipline and ecstasy 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 whip master, 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 slave's pretty flesh to the hot kiss
of all the chastisement we design for you).
"The whip master usually finds this task too exacting
to be carried out in ordinary Arab dress, so he wears
black rubber from head to foot --rather fearsome. And
he will not just work on your posterior as hitherto.
You will see him raise the big black whip; you will
hear the whistle as he curls it round your exposed
body; but you will not know where he will strike. This
is part of the fun. You have to guess! I like to come
and watch this myself, and sometimes I wield the whip
myself to keep in shape, though I do not have his
muscles or skill. But wherever it lands it will hurt
and leave its mark, as you will see. Oh no, you will
not soon forget the kiss of the lash.
"By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it will
be time to test your pretty young self with the cat
o'nine tails. I expect you have heard of this delicious
instrument of torture. As before, you will be strung
up, quite exposed, and will be able to play the game of
guessing where the tails will land. It makes a
delightful singing as it flies through the air, and
believe me, my dear young slave; each tail will do its
work on your soft young flesh.
"The welts 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 scepter, 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...
END
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