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 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 attention. 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 a huge cash return for very little investment. Carl 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, 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, who's beliefs and morals would totally reject the concept of ownership by a man. Carl provided certain powerful men with women that he smuggled 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, young, blonde, brunette, or whatever the client was looking for. He usually shipped two to three women per year, mostly teenagers through their early twenties. The oldest he ever sold was thirty-three, his client had met her at a party on one of his trips to the U.S. he 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 an individual, he preferred to snare anonymous victims, but his client was very determined, and this translated into a hefty fee for Carl. So he did the job, the last time 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. His client relaxed in a large chair in front of her as the whip connected with her back and the screaming started. Carl heard the screams fade as he worked his way up and out of the palace. The youngest woman he ever sold was a girl of about twelve, a homeless runaway he had picked up from a bus station. Once she was cleaned up and prepared she was very pretty, this one almost caused him some difficulty, as his own youngest was almost the same age. But his client was specific about the age and Carl fell back on his rule that this was business and the girl was merchandise and, unlike his own daughters whom he loved dearly, she meant nothing to him but a profit margin.

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 of the use of the palace facilities was too tempting 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 those new enemy 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 Carls' side of the family, with big green eyes and long red hair. He could see the beginnings of budding breasts underneath her pink one piece bathing suit. He often found himself thinking sexual thoughts when watching his daughters but in spite of his amoral stance toward the women and girls 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 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 on", he said as he rose. "Say goodnight to the girls for me."

He kissed his wife and walked into the palace.

Carl was led to an audience chamber laden with silk tapestries and large, colourful 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 robes flowing and, after the usual ceremony, proceeded with the meeting. The meeting went 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 certain other business deals, but things winded up late in the evening and a deal was struck. The Prince clapped his hands and 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 at the 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 big, Carl assumed from the smell that it was dinner, but he wasn't sure he was hungry enough for whatever filled up such a large plate.

"In honour 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, servants pulled away all of the silk cloths, unveiling the meals to all 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 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 against her ass and a strap circled her calve and thigh on each leg, keeping them folded. Her feet were tied tightly with the souls facing each other.Two straps were looped through her knees and pulled 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 with 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 she was but he couldn't see it, her face was hidden by a leather hood which covered her entire head, ending at a wide leather collar around her neck. The girl was completely hairless, although she may have had hair under the hood. But her pubic hair had been shaved off, which made her look 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 centre. Her pussy was mostly covered by a large, white flower. On her stomach sat a large lobster, sitting in a bed of steaming 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. These bands must have been put on after cooking though, because each pincer was firmly locked onto one of the girl's breasts, just at the base of the nipple. Carl was thankful that these meetings and meals were exclusively for men, so 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 he had sold lying on the Princes 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 pulled the girls small breasts this way or that, causing a muffled squeal from behind the gag.

Carl could see no way of eating without hurting the girl so he shrugged and reached for the lobster. He poked at a piece of steamed potato with his fork and lifted it of the girl's flat stomach, her skin underneath was red from the hot vegetables and sauce that had been placed on her. He dipped the potato in a pool of sauce gathered at 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 girls pussy. Underneath was a large metal clamp holding the girl's pussy lips closed. This was removed and two smaller clamps were attached to each lip, Carl heard a suppressed squeal come from under the hood at this. These clamps were equipped with long strings which were ran 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 pussy 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 the table. They didn't remove the plates, sponges and small bowls of water were used to clean the leftover food off the girl's bodies. Carl then saw what 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 the 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 travelled 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 did not engage in such entertainments in front of his guests.

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

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. Carl did not 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 straps as he pushed his middle finger into her. He fondled her for a while longer but she remained dry, not surprising considering the situation, Carl thought.

"Let me get you some assistance", the Prince said his large, throne-like chair where he was watching the proceedings. He motioned to a servant who walked over and released the girl that was his plate. This was the young girl Carl had smuggled to the Prince from America. She let herself down from the table and rubbed her limbs to restore circulation while the servant removed the ball gag. "She has responded well to my training, although it was difficult at first." The Prince smiled as the girl walked over to Carl's place at the table.

The girl did not look at Carl, she merely climbed onto the table and, when on her knees in front of the bound girl, lowered her head and started licking the helpless girl's pussy. Carl remembered the young girl he had captured quite well, she was about thirteen years old now with long blonde hair and a petit body that was forming nicely. When he captured her she fought him with all the strength she had, but he kept her handcuffed naked in a closet for a week and she calmed down a bit. He did nothing to her but fondling because the Prince had stipulated that she must be a virgin. He had heard she resumed her energetic resistance when the Prince took possession of her but she soon learned the Prince's talent for using creative methods of causing pain and humiliation 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 and pulled out his cock and started sucking on it. Carl 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 squeal came from inside the hood as the girl felt her virginity ripped away. Carl pumped himself slowly in her wet pussy until he came. The girl had stopped moving a just lay still, breathing heavily. He pulled out of her, his cock was covered with her blood mixed 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. Carl shouted at them to no effect, it had slipped his mind at the moment that the guards did not speak any english. They dragged/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 on piece of furniture, a large wooden chair with a high back and straps on the arms and legs. In a very short time Carl was secured in this chair, he hadn't even been able to pull his pants up, his bloody 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 with a strap running around his head. The guards then left the room and returned pushing a large cabinet on wheels, they where 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 connect some wires and then left Carl with the Prince.

"A month ago my soldiers raided a warehouse belonging to my chief competitor." He said, now looking at Carl for the first time. "We found an interesting assortment of weapons, in fact they are 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 he had fucked was still there, tied to the board. Another woman was kneeling over her, one hand mauling her breasts, the other sliding four fingers in a out of her pussy. There was still blood on her thighs from her lost virginity. The woman looked towards the camera, she was oriental, dressed in some kind of leather outfit made entirely of straps. She looked back at the girl and reaching over, 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, Carl's 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 do not need to hear any false explanations, I have seen sufficient proof that you have been dealing with my competitors. You have broken the trust I gave you as a business partner and now I will claim my rights to retribution." he gestured towards the TV, the oriental woman had removed the prod gag from Stephanie and was again pushing her four fingers into the teenager's pussy. With every thrust she pushed 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 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, 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? 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 'Sarah eating dinner' Carl read as the guard held it front of him. The cassette was placed in the machine under the TV and started. Before the guard left he turned the volume up as high as it would go.

Tape #1 - Sarah Eating Dinner

Sarah was strapped into what looked like a dentists chair, dressed in the clothes she had set out to wear to dinner that night. She was shaking her head wildly and making unintelligible noises, she was wearing one of the prod gags. A guard walked into view and locked into place padded metal braces on either side of Sarah's head. He turned adjusting knobs until the braces held her head tightly so that no motion was possible. He 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 in 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 Sarah's mouth. Sarah's mouth still gapped open as far as it had with the gag in place, the plastic spacers forced her jaws to remain painfully wide. A woman now 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 mid-thigh with white stockings and white heels. She placed the tray next to the chair.

"My name is Sylvia, I supervise the punishments that the Prince orders for his female slaves." She said 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 Princes wishes are carried out and to ensure that you and your daughters are not permanently injured, the Prince dislikes devaluing his property. I am 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." with this, she ran a 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, she was not capable of forming any words with her mouth distended as it was.

"Well, no matter, when you are not being punished you are mine to use as I wish, your daughters too" 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." 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 at the noxious stuff that was running down her throat and immediately started retching. Spoonful by spoonful Sarah was fed her daughters excrement. When it was all down, Sylvia pushed a button and the chair started tilting back on 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 as she removed her gloves.

The guard stood above Sarah's head and took his cock out.

Sarah cried out again but was silence as the stream of urine hit her mouth and filled it up. She had no choice but to swallow to keep breathing. When he was done she sobbed quietly until shocked awake by a bucket of cold water which was dumped on 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" 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 close to the back as possible. Using a small screwdriver she tightened the clamp until it was firmly holding the base of Sarah's tongue. Sylvia released her grip, and Sarah reflexively tried to pull her tongue into her mouth. The small posts on the clamp bumped against the plastic spacers at the back of Sarah's mouth and would go no further. Sarah's tongue was held at almost full extension out of her mouth.

"You have probably never been made to pleasure a woman before, so this first time I'll do all the work." Sylvia opened her lab coat, beneath she wore nothing but the white stockings and a matching garter. 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 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 in 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 as she started rocking back and forth, 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 on to Sarah's breasts with 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 will not be locked in the clamp, and you will learn to do it well, as will your daughters."

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 skirt with 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 post bed was on one side 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 Beth, 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, but 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 she does not 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 about the customs of the Prince and his family Beth?"

"I guess so." Beth said hesitatingly as she looked around the room. The walls were covered with tapestries depicting all kinds of flowers in many colours.

"That is very good, we'll start now. The washroom is through that door." She led 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 living room. At various places throughout the room and on the fixtures were solid silver rings. Beth, of course, did not grasp the import of these things, but her father, watching the whole scene on some kind of hidden video system 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 have to remove your panties and squat over it", Sylvia said as she sat on the bench, watching Beth expectantly.

"It looks weird, but I'll try it. I shouldn't be long", she stood next to the device, 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 the rules", Sylvia said. "And you don't have to worry about relieving yourself in front of me, in front of other women or the Prince you should not be ashamed of your body."

"I'd rather try this alone, please" Beth wasn't sure she wanted to experience to 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 was starting to look more serious now and had lost some of the cheerfulness she had exhibited before. "Perhaps a demonstration would ease your hesitations, Rosalyn, show Beth how to properly relieve herself." She 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 at 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 the arm in a strong, painful grip and pulled her over to the other girl, pushing her down to her knees. Beth found herself looking straight at Rosalyn's pussy, it lips slightly parted because of her spread legs. Beth tried to yell for help but found her mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth Sylvia had retrieved from a pocket. Sylvia took a silk handkerchief from another pocket and placed it over the cloth in Beth's mouth, tying it tightly behind her head.

"Now you will learn how to what you are told and be silent." Sylvia said darkly. She then nodded to Rosalyn. Rosalyn concentrated for a second and 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. When Rosalyn was finished, Sylvia nodded to her again, "and the other." Rosalyn squatted a bit lower and after straining, 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 tissue. 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" Sylvia spoke 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 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 reluctant wrists forced out by Sylvia. Sylvia then stood Beth up, openly sobbing now. "Take your panties off Beth." Beth just stood there, not believing what was happening. 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. This frightened Beth into motion, she would do whatever Sylvia asked or be hurt. She reached down, the unaccustomed weight of the cuffs on her wrists, and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. They were white, with pink flowers printed on them. "Very pretty," Sylvia picked up the underwear,"now stand over the bidet." Beth did as instructed, having to spread her legs uncomfortably to do so. She wiped tears from her cheeks. "Don't worry about that, I like young girl's tears" 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. Beth now wore only her white blouse, which hung down below her waist. Sylvia smiled a Beth's panicky expression as she undid the front buttons of the blouse, then pulling it down her shoulders a bit so that the her front 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 a delicate slit. Beth's newly forming breasts were still small bumps inside a 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 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 but her bowels were not going to cooperate in this situation. "Well Rosalyn, She is trying, but I think she'll need some help." Sylvia 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 behind her and, grabbing her pony tail with one hand, she shoved the other between Beth's legs, roughly grasping her crotch. Screaming into the 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, legs spread by her secured ankles on either side of the bidet. Sylvia opened a cabinet on the wall, inside were the various toys that were available for the Prince to use or have used on Rosalyn. Included was a full enema kit with a long hose, clamp, nozzles and several clear bags full of 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 voice. There were six nozzles in the set.

"What does the Prince use on you?" Sylvia said as she examined the devices. Each nozzle started with a small spout and was about three inches long, flaring towards a grove at the base. The smallest barely widened at all along it's length, the largest flared to 1 ½ inches before the groove at it's base.

"He uses number 5 unless he is punishing me, then he uses the 6." Rosalyn said.

"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 on the small of Beth's back, facing her bottom. Placing a hand on each of Beth's bottom cheeks, she pulled them wide. 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, at the same time trying to wrench herself away from the intrusion into her bottom. But with Rosalyn's weight on her and her ankles locked in 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. Sylvia smiled as she watched the young girl's muscles give up and the nozzle sunk all the way in, Beth's 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, liquid flowed down and into Beth's rectum.

"We'll just give her a quart, to loosen her bowels up a bit." Sylvia walked around to watch Beth's face as the liquid continued to flow from the bag. "I being easy on you now Beth, but if you fail to do everything I or the Prince asks from now on, I will use the largest nozzle and put enough liquid into you to make your belly swell like a pregnant woman. Your voice will fail because of your constant screaming at the pain. Do you understand?" Through her whimpers, Beth nodded her head. "That's good, because we can do nice things to you as well." Sylvia walked back 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 and made to squat over a pail and release her bowels. Her attitude was totally submissive now and she did everything asked of her with a blank face.

Beth's restraints were removed and put away by Rosalyn, she was then led 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 near Beth's 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, none of that." Sylvia said as she pulled Beth's wrists above her head, fastening them to silk cords attached to the bed frame for just such a purpose.

Rosalyn pushed Beth's skirt up to her waist, revealing bare, slim hips and naked pubic area sparsely covered with fine red hairs. Rosalyn started running a finger along Beth's closed slit. Beth jumped at the touch to her private parts, trying to roll away, but Sylvia held her down with a hand on her stomach. Her other hand, Sylvia undid the buttons to Beth's blouse. The blouse fell open to reveal a dainty white training bra. Meanwhile Rosalyn continued to rub her fingers along the front of Beth's pussy between tightly closed legs. Sylvia slid a hand underneath a white, frilly bra cup. Her hand cupped the small, barely formed breast, the bud of a nipple held 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 the bed as Sylvia squeezed a small 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 open your legs" Sylvia said, 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 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 did not move, fearful of the tight grip still on her tender nipple.

"There, isn't that much nicer?" Sylvia smiled 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 she was under started to take over. Suddenly she stiffened, breathing short, fast breaths into the gag as she climaxed.

"Very good Rosalyn" Sylvia said as she rose form the bed.

"The Prince won't be using her until tomorrow, she's yours for the night." Sylvia moved for the door. "Keep her tied and gagged, make her come at least twice more before the morning. Good night, girls." there was a click as the door was locked behind her.

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

After a while one of the guards entered the room. The video cassette was removed from the machine. The guard did not 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 centre 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 the human body, for instead of the usual rectangle 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 did not survive." The man stopped at the door on his way out. "Pray that your wife fares better."

On the screen two guards appeared. Between them was Carl's 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 with straps. 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 but still allow 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, a large strap at her hips just below her belly button, two straps above and below her breasts, straps on her wrists and arms, a thick collar on her neck, and a strap across her forehead. The guards 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 oriental, bald, and dressed in a doctors lab coat. He did not 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 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 behind 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 at 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 breasts. Pulling the nipple up, he placed the clamp firmly on the base of the bud of flesh. He repeated the process with the other breast. 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 tightened around her small, pink clit as she squealed at the sensation.

All of the clamps were now attached with just enough tension to hold them in place, although even this was sufficient to cause discomfort to Sarah's tender nipples and clit. The man 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 a scream 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 colour. 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 an 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 breast 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 to struggle 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 at his less than honest business practices. His only hope was that once the Prince was done extracting payment for Carl's treachery, Sarah and her 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 sixteen year old daughter, walked in. Her expression was one of pain and confusion, resulting from her experiences at dinner* (*see arms-01). She was dressed in her own regular clothing, a grey wool skirt, white blouse and a blue jacket. On her feet were low heel shoes and she was wearing no stockings. Following Stephanie was Sylvia, in the traditional clothing of an arab woman, including the almost opaque veil.

"She is ready, my lord." Sylvia said, passing a small black 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 smiled for the first time. "You are aware of your preparation for this interview, now a small demonstration of the consequences that will result from disobedience."

With that, the Prince reached for the remote control box.

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