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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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