Chapter 1
I have always admired the Muslims generally and the Arabs in particular for the way in
which they treat their women. In contrast, I have watched with some dismay the change in
the women of my own society. Equality is one thing, but the ‘Libbers’ want more than
that. They are seeking power. Power over us men and they are slowly getting it. It was
with great pleasure therefore that I received my posting to Arabia.
I didn’t need to work. I come from a background of privilege and plenty. My
ancestors were among the most noble of noble houses of Britain and my branch, while not
titled, was very wealthy. My own trust fund measured in the millions. But it was
traditional that we serve either in the armed forces, the church or the diplomatic service
and I chose the latter. I was glad I did for it brought me to my present happy situation
of having my own palace complete with slaves and a real life harem.
Yes, I now own a number of beautiful young women whom I may use as I wish …
I took to my new appointment with my usual enthusiasm. I loved my work anyway, but
to be posted to Arabia was a real pleasure. My job was to foster trade relations with the
UK and this brought me into contact with many very wealthy businessmen and oil-rich
sheikhs and, when the occasion arose, I mentioned how much I admired the way they kept
their women in due bounds. I didn’t exactly criticise my own country’s changing attitude
to women but I dare say the impression was there.
As a result, some of them became very friendly and they began to trust me as they
realised I was serious in my condemnation of the new permissiveness in women in the
western world.
I should here say that I was not—then—into the slavery of or the mistreatment of
women. I simply felt the ‘liberation’ process had gone too far, too fast. Indeed, I
didn’t even know that women were enslaved in various parts of the world. By the time I
found out, I was well and truly hooked into the joys of female submission.
Of course I learned the language as quickly as I could. I had always been good at
language and was already proficient in French and German. Learning Arabic was no great
feat for me and my proficiency in it was an added factor in my hosts’ acceptance of me.
My ambassador had no idea of my views on women. No-one in the service did. I was
well aware that I was out of step with most of the rest of society and that if I was to
survive in the service, I had better keep my mouth shut. But since I worked largely
outside his area of responsibility, my contacts had little to do with him so I was pretty
safe.
Anyway, the time came when one of my friends invited me to see over the women’s
prison in the capital. I was excited as all hell. He had given me no detailed idea of
how convicted women were treated here but I guessed it would be pretty severely. I didn’t
know the half of it and when I did, I certainly didn’t mention it back at the embassy!
We drove up to the grim façade of the prison in Ali’s limo—a Cadillac, of
course. We were greeted by the prison governor most effusively—Ali was a very powerful
man indeed and while the governor looked at me somewhat suspiciously since western
foreigners had never been admitted before—the views of the West on Eastern methods of
punishment were well known, but Ali assured him I was ‘safe’ and he accepted me then,
especially after I had espoused some of my views on women to him.
Only then did he consent to show me around his domain. Although I had a little idea
of Muslim ideas of penal discipline—very harsh, I could not have imagined what went on in
that place. As everyone knows, women here are kept in a state of near invisibility, at
least in public. They wear thick robes that hide their bodies totally and veils that
cover all but their eyes from view. For a woman to wear western style dress in public
would be scandalous and in fact would land her in serious trouble. Indeed, there were
many things a woman could do that would land her in serious trouble: drinking, smoking,
speaking out of turn … Any one of these and thousands of other ‘offences’ would bring her
to this place, her marriage annulled and her future very bleak indeed.
For I was about to discover that prison for a woman here was really a training
ground for her real future: slavery! You are incredulous? Of course you are. Well,
believe what you wish …
“Well, Mr Leicester, since you seem to be in accord with our views, perhaps we may
now inspect my little kingdom, eh?”
The governor had treated Ali and me to coffee and the little sweet biscuits favoured
here. Now we were about to see how women were disciplined in this country. I smiled my
thanks at my host. “Thank you, Governor. I know it will be most enlightening …” The
words were fatuous, as words must be in this part of the world. Form is everything …
He led the way out of the small office block and into the prison proper. Here, in
contrast to his office, everything was stark and bleak. The walls were bare stone or
concrete or brick (the building was old—but with many new additions) as were the floors.
The guards were all big and solid and very grim-looking. They wore khaki uniforms and all
had short whips attached to the left side of their belts.
The governor led us out of the building into a large courtyard in its centre. I now
saw the building was comprised of four wings built around this huge courtyard and now, for
the first time I saw the prisoners. I stared in amazement at them.
They were naked! Yes, every single one of them was stark naked. Not even a rag
around their middles! They were exercising … Boy, were they exercising. They were lined
up in rows of twenty and there were at least twenty rows of them. Over four hundred
totally naked females all performing knee-bends, etcetera.
As my eyes roved over the parade I noticed about half of them were even more naked
than naked. They had been shaved from tip to toe! They looked like store dummies. And
even those who had hair on their heads were naked everywhere else. There wasn’t a sign of
pubic hair—every single vagina was totally exposed to us.
“Well, Mr Leicester, what do you think of my little flock now, eh?” he stared at me
and I knew he was challenging me.
“An incredible sight, Governor,” I said, my voice as well as my eyes betraying my
excitement, I knew. And there was another part of me that was also indicating what I felt
about the display of naked female flesh: my cock was straining against my pants, a fact
the governor noted with a broad grin.
“Good,” he said, then turned to watch as the hundreds of mostly young and very
nubile women were made to work their bodies at full tilt. Any sign of slackness and one
of the guards who patrolled along the rows would lash at her back with his whip. And when
I say lash, I mean lash. The whip cracked as it hit her flesh and she screamed in pain.
The whip-cracks and the screams that followed came every few minutes.
“How long do you exercise them, Governor?” I asked.
“Two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon,” he replied. He paused then,
looking at me carefully and glancing from time to time at Ali. The latter nodded to him
and he went on to explain: “You see, Mr Leicester, our female prisoners are not sentenced
to any term in jail, merely to imprisonment. Here, they are first stripped, shaved naked,
their bodies depilated permanently—and then trained!”
“Trained?” I said, not understanding his meaning.
“Trained,” he said firmly. Once I deem each of these females to be properly trained
in her new role, she will be sold …” Again he paused, still not totally sure of me. I
knew he would be telling me none of this if it wasn’t for the presence of my powerful
friend. “Once a woman falls from grace, she is permanently deprived of her citizenship,
her marriage (if she has one) is annulled and she become the property of the state. Once
I have cowed her rebellious ways and trained her to be a dutiful slave, she will be put on
auction and sold to the highest bidder.”
I stared at him in awe. I had had no idea such a system existed and I was fairly
sure the ambassador didn’t know either. How could he? Their judicial and penal system
was known only so far as it affected our citizens and if one of our women was arrested,
diplomatic moves quickly got her out of the country. Now I understood why the authorities
were agreeable to such a course, even if they pretended to reluctance. I decided to ask,
if I got the chance.
We stood and watched those lovely creatures working their athletic muscles for
another half hour or so and then the governor asked if I would be interested in seeing a
couple of prisoners punished. I quickly assured him I would, my cock instantly hard again
in my pants. I wondered at this since up to that time I had never harboured any thoughts
of disciplining women. I wasn’t into the Bondage and Discipline scene, my sexual exploits
to that point always being of the most mundane variety.
Now though, perhaps inflamed by the four hundred-odd naked females being forced to
sweat and strain at their exercises, I was very definitely interested. He led us back
into the building, this time by a different door in another wing. Now, as we moved down
the sombre corridor, I heard screams and cries of pain behind partially closed doors.
Discipline here must be rigid, I thought.
We stopped at a door and the governor led us in. The room was fairly small; about
five metres square, I thought, but it was very high and dangling from its roof were two
prisoners. They were naked, of course. The governor had told me once a woman was
admitted into this place, she was denied clothing of any kind for the duration. Her
nakedness was part of her punishment and for a Muslim woman, that nudity was worse even
than for a western woman. I gathered the governor and his guards were not at all put out
by the display of naked female flesh, however.
These two were newish prisoners and as such were totally naked, their skulls being
shorn of hair as well as their bodies. Only when they were approaching the time of sale
were they permitted to grow back the hair on their heads. It too, added to their shame
and humiliation as a Muslim woman’s hair was indeed her crowning glory and to have it
roughly scissored off and then her pate shave to a gleaming nakedness was as bad as being
denied clothing.
But it wasn’t just their nakedness or that they were hanging from the roof high
above that had me staring goggle-eyed at the two females; it was the way they were
hanging. Both were dangling upside down, their legs drawn wide open, their hands a good
ten centimetres from the floor.
“Look them over, Mr Leicester; you can feel them down, too, if you like. It will
add to their punishment …”
I stared at him, my mind in turmoil. I desperately wanted to do as he suggested but
I was a foreign diplomat. Ali came to my rescue. “Go on, my young friend. No-one
outside these wall will ever know …”
I knew I shouldn’t, but those two were so beautiful, especially dangling upside down
with their sex so nakedly exposed by the permanent depilation of the hairs from their
pubes, my conscience wavered. I moved up to the two dangling young women. They looked to
be in their late teens or early twenties to me and both were possessed of really lovely
bodies. They hung there quite still and I asked the governor how long they had been
there.
“Since early this morning. Prisoners under sentence of disciplinary punishment,
unlike those you heard in the rooms we passed, who are undergoing only arbitrary
punishment by my guards and were brought in to suffer immediate discipline, are brought
here at dawn and suspended all day to await their punishment. But go ahead, feel them
down, enjoy their flesh … They will be even more shamed that a western man is fondling
them.”
I ran my hands down over their athletic thighs and muscular buttocks, wondering
aloud at their athleticism. The governor smiled. “Ah, you see, our women are kept
covered, but their fathers and later their husbands ensure their bodies are kept in
tip-top condition so as to serve them better.”
I bent over so my hands could slide down the firm bellies and cup the beautiful
breasts, delighting in the softness and yet the firmness of the wondrous orbs. I let my
hands move back up to the junction of their thighs and turned to look inquiringly at my
host. He smiled again, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, feel them. Fondle them. Excite
them if you can. They know that if they respond, the punishment due to them today will be
doubled and they will hang there for another day to receive the second dose tomorrow …”
I was appalled. I had been excited by the events thus far but this seemed just too
far; barbarous even. My face must have revealed my thoughts for Ali now intervened. “It
may seem harsh to you, James, but we demand our women are demure and chaste. This is why
many men circumcise their women so that they cannot experience orgasm. Accordingly, we
train them to respond to our sexual advances only when we permit it. Prisoners are
permitted to respond on command only as they are trained during their imprisonment.”
I decided to see how good these two were and began to masturbate the left hand girl.
She really was lovely. Her skin was a light olive and her shape absolutely magnificent.
She had curves and bumps in all the right places and in perfect proportion. Now, as I
used my fingers to excite her, she stared up at me from her inverted position. I couldn’t
read her expression, not only because she was upside down but also her so naked head made
it impossible. Without hair, eyebrows and even lashes, she looked quite weird but I later
found out she was required to remain perfectly deadpan in our presence. Later, she could
cry herself out if she wished. Right now, silence and inscrutability were required.
I didn’t succeed, either with her or her partner. I tickled their clits and fondled
their breasts, all to no avail. I was glad in one way for while I wanted to see them
punished, I thought this added punishment to be a bit over the odds.
The governor saw Ali and me to chairs that would give us a good view of the
punishment to come then sat down himself. The guard now stripped off his uniform shirt
and I marvelled at his body. I was glad I wasn’t going to be the one to receive the cane
at his hands for he was a veritable Adonis with muscles that bulged and corded all over
his powerful frame. He took up the instrument of correction and now positioned himself
behind and to the left of the first girl.
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