Marie was a single mother, forty-two years
old, but still strikingly beautiful with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
Her daughters, Emma and Tessa, were twenty-four and twenty-one respectively
with both of them looking like younger versions of their mother. Marie was a
chef at a restaurant in a major U.S. city and that was where she met Ryan. He
was a dashing and captivating man who took a fancy to her. Marie found him very
attractive and even when he learned she had two daughters who still lived with
her he was not deterred.
They had a whirlwind romance and the lonely
older woman was elated when he proposed marriage and offered to give her a life
of leisure. She still had a hard time believing a rich and handsome man would
marry an older, working, single mother, but she was falling hard for him. He
had a way of making all their time together exciting, especially when they had
sex. He was an amazing lover, like none of the men she had previously bedded,
including the girls’ father. A woman who had barely had a decent orgasm before
she met him was now having multiple orgasms every time they were together.
But being such a diligent mother, she went to
her girls to get their permission before she said yes. Even though it meant
moving away to Ryan’s ranch a hundred miles away, they both gave her their
blessing. The wedding was quick and very private, with Marie and her girls and
Ryan and his sons as the only guests. Then, right after the wedding, Ryan
announced he was taking Marie on an extended honeymoon and leaving her girls
with his sons on the ranch for the summer.
That is when everything went wrong for the
women. Shortly after they left, Ryan’s sons imprisoned Marie’s daughters and
began to train them as their sex slaves. Their mother fared no better in
France, finding her body bound, stripped, and introduced to Ryan’s other slave
girl Kifah. Together they subjugated Marie and transformed her into their
slave. All three women began a two-month training regimen, separated by
thousands of miles but with one mutual goal.
By the time they were brought back together
all of them were fully trained and compliant slaves. They were reunited in ways
they never could have pictured, but their submission had become too strong and
what they were made to do with each other only aroused them even more. They had
become purely sexual creatures, unable and unwilling to do anything but serve
their Masters.
Then they were taken on a journey, told they
were visiting a friend of Ryan’s. When they arrived Ryan informed them that
they were being ‘delivered’ to their true Master. It was a stunning blow, but
trained to be abject slaves, the trio knew they had no choice. That is where
the next part of their story begins.
Slave Marie stared at the silhouettes of her
daughters, all three of them trapped inside their simple black robes. They were
all in a metal barred caged sitting atop a trailer being towed by an ominous
looking Hummer SUV. Ryan, Kifah, and his sons were inside it, while Marie and
her daughters were in the cage, being taken to who knew where, like they were
simply cargo. The initial shock of Ryan’s announcement that he had enslaved
them for another man was still fresh in all their minds, but their subjugated
personalities demanded that they accept this bitter truth.
They were all wearing traditional Arab style
robes for women, hiding their otherwise naked bodies. All that was visible were
their eyes, which they had to keep nearly closed to avoid the swirling sand and
dust. Beneath their robes they were gagged and large thigh cuffs held their
similarly cuffed wrists at their sides where they were locked to them. The
bottoms of their robes were tied with rope, effectively trapping them inside
the wind whipped garments. They were helpless to prevent what was happening,
just like they had been since their initial capture by Ryan and his sons.
As they drove through the bleak and hot
dessert the message could not have been clearer, they were lost in this new
world with no hope of escape. But they were also plagued by their newfound need
for submission; knowing returning to their former lives was impossible no
matter what. They were all addicted to the unbridled sexuality and strictly
disciplined life they had lived since this all began. The merciless sun beat
down on their dark robes making them slick with perspiration within the
flapping robes encasing them, building their hope that their destination was
not too far away, no matter what it really meant.
It took nearly two hours to reach the
dwelling of their new Master, a man whose name had yet to be revealed to them,
as if it mattered. They would call him Master, as they were trained to do, and
had done for other nameless men they had served for Ryan and his sons. Their
training had been peppered with this kind of treatment shortly after their
captivity began, and all three women were conditioned to serve whoever issued
orders to them.
The SUV came to a stop in front of a walled
compound that sat at the base of a mountain that rose from the bleak sand. By
this time they were thoroughly subjugated and primed to start the next phase of
their lives as slaves. Marie saw a man step to the driver’s side window of the
truck and speak to the driver in a language she did not understand, before
waving his arm to open the gate and allow the vehicle and its trailer full of
slaves entry.
As the vehicle moved through the gates into
the interior of the walled complex, it was as if the dessert vanished. Green
grass and palm tress lined the paved drive that led up to an opulent building
that could only be described as a palace. Clearly Middle Eastern in design it
sported bulbous pointed spires at the corners of it, all of them painted in
bright colors. Large columns framed the front of the building and as the
vehicle stopped there, the slaves saw the large pair of bronze doors that was
the entryway. Ryan, Kifah, and his sons exited the vehicle and walked toward
the doors, ignoring the women they had been so intimately involved with over
the last few months. Then the vehicle lurched forward and the slaves watched
their prior Masters disappear while they were driven behind the vast building.
When it stopped again they saw a plain steel door fly open with a women dressed
in bright colored harem clothes emerge, flanked by three large black men.
She gave them orders in the language none of
the new slaves understood and the three muscular men came over to the cage and
opened the door. Before they knew it all three were individually grabbed and
carried over the shoulder of one of the men, and then taken inside the
building. They were callously handled like they were sacks of flour and were
simply dumped onto the floor of the large room beyond the door. Each man pulled
out a large knife, grabbed the tied bottoms of their robes, and cut the ropes
trapping them inside the simple garments.
The woman had followed and when the men were
done cutting the robes open, she said, “On your feet slaves!”
Her voice was clear, with a hint of an Irish
accent, and the slaves quickly got to their feet in response to her simple
edict. Once they were standing, they saw the woman was a stunning redhead with
blue eyes as she made a gesture to the men. They stepped behind the slaves and
removed their hoods and then used their knives to slice the back of their robes
down to the floor. The black garments pooled at their ankles, exposing their
sweat-streaked bodies to the woman and her guards.
The strange woman, whose pale blue harem
pants and pink top highlighted her statuesque body, walked around the trio of
slaves before returning to face them. She smiled and said, “You are now the
property of Sheik Omar. I am his chief slave Nashita, a name my Master bestowed
upon me. He will choose new names for you too, once he decides what you should
be called. Until then you will simply be called slave. When you meet him you
will call him Master, is this all clear slaves?”
In unison they replied, “Yes Mistress
Nashita.” Marie was captivated by Nashita’s beautiful face, her eyelids painted
a bright blue to match her eye color with thin black eyeliner framing her large
eyes. Her lips were bright red and her cheeks rouged perfectly to highlight
them. But it was the twin rings, each piercing the outside of her nostrils that
were connected by thin chains to her earrings, which caught the elder slave’s
attention. The way the chains hung with a slight dip along her face where they
were attached to her large golden earrings made it appear that even though she
had some power, she was a slave like them.
“I see you have had some training, that is
good. Here you will learn his purpose for you and your training will continue
under his guidance. Now follow my guards so you may be prepared to meet your
new owner, and remember to remain silent unless you are commanded to speak,”
she said and then she waved her arm. The guards grabbed them by the back of
their hair and led them away from the woman.
They were directed out of the large bare room
and through a door that led down a long hallway. At the end of it they went
through another door, emerging in a room with six large sunken bathtubs that
could have held a dozen people in each of them. Three were full of steaming
water with a pair of Middle Eastern looking slave girls standing by each of
them. They were naked and stunning in their appearance, their faces made up and
ringed just like Nashita’s. Though the colors differed to match their darker
skin and eyes, all of them looked like elegant dolls.
Each of the slaves were moved to a separate
tub, where the men released their grips on them and the slave girls began to
remove their gags and cuffs. Once freed
and naked, they helped them into the tubs, and then they joined them. Each
slave had a pair of women to bathe them, and as they relaxed in the hot water
they enjoyed the feeling the baths afforded them. Their hair was washed and
their bodies cleansed from the dirt of the dessert ride they had just endured.
All three of them were digesting the fact
that they were now part of some Arabian harem and to a slave, they all wondered
what their lives would be like now. Though Ryan was clearly rich and his
sprawling ranch seemed so large, this was a whole new level of wealth that
surrounded them. Even though they were merely slaves, they realized that living
here would be quite different from what they had become accustomed to at Ryan’s
home.
After their baths they were seated on small
stools while their hair was trimmed. It had been three months since they were
enslaved, and until now their long blonde hair was left to grow. In the
beginning they all had shoulder length hair, but now it reached down their
backs and their attendant slaves trimmed the ends, leaving it nearly as long as
when they arrived. Next they were laid out on massage tables and enjoyed a long
and thorough body massage. Though it helped to arouse them, having been
conditioned to respond to physical stimulation that way, they were only heated
up and not taken to a climax.
Finally they were perfumed and adorned with new
ankle and wrist cuffs, and new slave collars. They were brightly polished steel
and fit perfectly, having been custom made for each slave. The collars bore but
a single ring mounted in the front, heavy and wide enough that its presence
lying against their flesh was noticeable. The cuffs, both wrist and ankle, also
had a single wide and thick ring attached to them, clearly defining that their
use went far beyond ornamentation. Once their useable jewelry was attached, all
three were sat in front of mirrors, as the slave girls assigned to them made up
their faces.
They chose an amazing color palate, starting
with their eyes. As all three had nearly identical features and coloring, they
were made to look even more so by the matching make up they painted on their
faces. Just below their eyebrows a silver hue was painted and it was deftly
melded with the light blue they did their eyelids with, complementing their
eyes perfectly. Thin dark eyeliner was used around the edges of their eyelids,
an ideal counterpoint to the brightly painted areas. Their cheeks were
delicately rouged pink, to highlight their angular cheekbones. And finally
their lips were painted a deep red, with a hint of brown, making them look dark
and succulent.
Once the makeup was perfect, they were
chained. A simple, but sturdy, steel chain was clipped to their collars that
hung down to their ankles. At the bottom foot long hobble chains were attached
between their ankles. They were ordered to cross their wrists behind their
backs and another chain was fastened around their waists, threaded through
their cuff rings and clipped to the vertical chain in front of them. They could
slide their hands around to the front if needed, but they kept them behind
their backs since no order to do so was issued.
Then their original escorts appeared,
shunting aside their attendant slaves. The large, dark men leashed their slaves
this time, and led them from the bathroom, a new destination waiting for the
freshly cleaned and prepared slaves. They followed silently and without
resistance, fully focused on becoming accustomed to walking with their short
hobble chains. Upon departing the bath they were led down several hallways of
polished marble, a surface that made it easy for the shuffling slaves to keep
up with the burly guards who walked swiftly ahead of them.
At first they concentrated on their feet,
trying to keep from tripping over their hobbles, but once they got used to it
they could look around at where they were. The opulence of the palace was
evident everywhere, with polished marbles, extravagantly decorated walls, and a
high arched ceiling as they moved into the palace proper. They eventually came
to a large pair of copper colored metal doors, flanked by two guards sporting
large swords at their waists. The sight of the gleaming weapons sobered the
slaves, and reinforced their feeling that they were now in a wholly different
world from where they came from.
As they approached the guards they turned and
opened the doors allowing the group to pass through them. On the other side was
a room that was simply gargantuan, at least the length of a football field and
half as wide. Tall columns lined the sides of the room and the bare floor was a
sparkling black marble. At the far end was a raised dais with a large chair
occupied by a man with a white beard who was dressed in a bright white robe and
headpiece.
As they were marched through the room they
felt more and more humble with each shuffled footstep, just the feeling the
room was designed to impose on Sheik Omar’s guests. As they got closer they
could see three metal rails about three feet wide each mounted on a wooden
platform at the base of the Sheik’s stage. Three strong steel rings hung a few
feet above the rails, attached to long chains reaching up the very high
ceiling. The guards led them right up to the rails, one girl at each, and then
quickly set to work.
Their chains were removed and their wrists
were locked together behind their backs. They were pushed forward over the rail
at waist height, as they lifted their arms up and chained their linked wrists
to the ring hanging above them. As they got used to the way their arms were
wrenched up behind their backs, their ankles were secured to the uprights
supporting the rail digging into their bellies. They had to rise up on their
toes the strain was so great. Finally small hooks were placed in their nostrils
and tied off to their wrists, forcing them to face forward. They were now ready
to meet their new Master.