1. Salim - Filling a vacancy.

 

Salim pushed himself up against several large embroidered cushions and sat back so he could reach his cigarettes. He slowly cast his eyes over the flowing curves of the three naked concubines that occupied the centre of his bed and then checked himself, for they were 2 concubines and Masumi!

The contrasts in the colour of their skins and the detail of their features were something to behold. Each girl was stunningly beautiful in her own right and possessed an incredible body, but it was Masumi that stood out from all the other girls he owned.

Ever since returning from Oman, he had been in two minds what to do with the Japanese youngster. After her badgering him, he agreed not to take any concubines with them on the trip to Mexico. He enjoyed her company and Masumi had lived up to all expectations. She provided everything he needed in the way of companionship, affection and sex.

However, it wasn't his style to have just one bed partner. So, he risked getting tired of the girl, which was exactly what happened. There was no room for jealousy in my harem and especially not from his chosen woman and that was her weakness - that and a desire to pin him down to a monogamous relationship.

The coquettish 21-year-old did have other uses, such as spotting a good Pony-girl among a bunch of what looked like, ordinary animals. It was Masumi, who first spotted Frisky. He had high hopes for the filly and hoped she'd become a top performer in the UAE Premier League.

Taking all those things into consideration, he had reached a decision, which he was sure, the young Jap wasn't going to like. In fact, he knew she was going to hate what he had planned for her, so he had to coax her into her new position with the utmost care.

He had a glaring hole in the staff at his stables. He found out the previous night that one of his elite drivers had contracted an illness that would side-line her for at least a month. He planned to make Tara his reserve driver, before the horrendous events in Mexico got out of hand. He left with Frisky, but he had to leave Tara in Mexico, or risk a mutiny at the mine.

When he eventually brought the American over and trained her, she had the potential to be a better driver than some of the 4 girls in his squad. Without her, he had effectively lost 2 drivers. So, he had to change his plans, find another driver and get his training program on track.

Masumi loved to pretend she was a concubine but would never accept voluntary relegation from being his chosen woman. She was a beautiful girl and had a spectacular body and was definitely qualified for a position in his harem, but her character wasn't suitable.

Therefore, his mind had turned to two possibilities. Transformation into a Pony-girl or train her to drive. He had promised Hiroto Tanaka that he would take care of her, so he shelved the Pony-girl option for the time being. She had driving skills and impressed him on a couple of occasions so he decided that she should start her training as soon as Helga could book her into the fitness centre.

It was Saturday lunchtime when they arrived back in Dubai from their trip to Mexico. Salim had been away for almost a week, so had to spend the rest of the day with his finance managers. They went through the latest financial statement and brought him up to date on several large deals they had been working on in his absence.

He paid his commercial wizards millions of dollars to look after his company, because he would rather be pursuing his hobby, which was collecting beautiful girls and promising Pony-girls.

Whenever he went away for more than a day, all his concubines were checked into the training centre. As soon as they arrived home, he sent Masumi to see Helga, who selected the two fittest girls from his harem.

He had ten girls to select from, if he included Masumi in the calculation. Helga ensured that the group were kept on their toes, with a constant regime of training exercises. Two of the group, in rotation, were put into Temporary Pony tack for a 2-day spell, basically to drive home the possibility of them ending up in the stables, if they displeased him.

Before he left for Mexico, he ordered new security restraints, which all the junior female staff had to wear, including the drivers and concubines. He was worried that his training secrets had been leaked to his competitors, by one of the girls, so he decided to make it as difficult as possible for the information to leak in the future.

Mobile phones, tablets and computers had always been banned, but it was still possible to talk or ring on a land line without his security knowing. The new collars that had arrived and already been fitted to the drivers, would put a stop to any tittle-tattle. They were not popular with the girls, but his security chief was over the moon with the effectiveness of the devices.

Salim had also stepped up the security on the estate, for there was the new threat from his enemy, Sheik Abdul Jahid. The vindictive Sheik would be desperate to get one over on him after what had happened in the Omani desert 10 days earlier, so he had to be on his guard.

After lighting a cigarette, Salim picked up a soft, plaited whip, which he used to admonish the girls when they misbehaved on the bed. Masumi was lying asleep in a half embrace with a richly tanned English girl named Isha.

The Japanese youngster's thick strawberry blonde hair covered the other girl's shoulder, because her face was pressed against Isha's generous left breast. If Masumi opened her mouth, Salim mused, she only had to move an inch to suck Isha's large strawberry pink areola and nipple.

Barzah, an olive-skinned Omani girl, was lying on the other side of Isha, with her left arm draped across the English girl's belly. Masumi's skin was lighter than the other two and her body slightly longer.

To Salim's mind, 5'6" was the perfect height for his concubines and his chosen women, but of course there were always exceptions to the rule. He didn't like short girls or tall girls, unless they had the potential to be successful Pony drivers or workers in one of his establishments.

Isha was a 19-year-old English girl of Saudi extraction. She had been snatched from her mother in a custody battle, by her father who brought her to Saudi Arabia. When the authorities closed in on him, he sold her to a trader and fled the country.

Barzah, another 19-year-old, was bred to be a slave on one of the large farms in Southern Oman. The two concubines were probably the fittest of his current group, so he consequently saw more of them than the other eight.

Salim swatted Masumi's naked thigh with the end of the whip. Thwatt!

"Whaaa?" the youngster cried, more from the surprise of being woken, than from the pain of the blow.

Masumi sat up and sleepily gazed at Salim, who was sitting cross legged, smoking his cigarette. The coquettish youngster fluttered her eyelashes and flashed her stunning hazel eyes at him.

"Oh Master, have I displeased you in any way?" she said in a mischievous tone of voice.

Isha and Barzah also woke, but their training had taught them to immediately get to their knees and place their hands together between their breasts. Salim stared at Masumi, who suddenly understood what he wanted, so she too got to her knees and copied the other girl's pose.

One of Salim's favourite pastimes was to study the naked female form, which was why all the women that surrounded him in his palace, were expected to reveal as much as possible to his critical gaze.

"Isha, Barzah, fetch some breakfast for us and be quick about it," he said.

"Yes Master," they chorused, before rolling off the bed together and scampering over to their dressing area.

Salim watched the teenagers slip into their shimmering gauze tunics, before scurrying away to fetch breakfast. He discarded his cigarette and quickly cast his eye over Masumi's perfect body, while she smiled back at him expectantly.

"Masumi, you know how important the training of the new Pony-girls is to me," he began carefully. "And how sensitive security issues have become after what happened in Oman."

"Yes master," she replied, edging a little closer, but keeping her hands up between her impeccably shaped, jutting breasts.

"Well I need a presence in the stables. Someone who can mix with the other drivers and stable hands," he explained. "Someone who can spot anything out of the ordinary going on."

"Oh! Do you mean me?"

"Yes Masumi. You're the only one, at the moment, who fits the bill."

"That sounds exciting! I want to do it!" the youngster enthused.

"It'll mean swapping your necklace for a collar," he said quietly.

Masumi's hand immediately went to the golden snake hanging around her neck, which he had given to her, two weeks earlier, on Folito Island. Her eyes lost their sparkle and her face changed expression.

"Do you mean, I'd be like Nasrin, just a driver? Surely after working in the stables for the day, I'd be with you in the evening?"

"No, Masumi. You'll have to temporarily live in the training centre with the others, which is the whole point of the exercise. The staff have to think that I've decided your best talents are driving," he explained. "The Premier League season is only 2 weeks away and with the additional ponies, the others won't be surprised that I've added another driver to the squad."

"How long do you want me to drive for you, Master?"

"The squad should be able to cope without you by the start of the season. in the meantime, ..." Salim said, while teasing the firm flesh of her firm breasts. "...you know I won't be able to resist the occasional rendezvous. Besides, I think you'll be a lot happier if you have something to occupy your mind, before you return to your normal position in the household."

Masumi edged forward, while considering Salim's proposal, encouraging him to explore more of her body. Unfortunately, Barzah and Isha returned with breakfast and broke the atmosphere that was building between them.

"After breakfast, Master. I'll decide after breakfast," Masumi said, taking a tray of figs from Isha and laying them on the bed cover in front of him.

Yes, Salim thought, if he was any judge of character, she'd accept the challenge. While drinking from a glass of goat's milk, he also thought that if Masumi can't decide, then he'll have to make up her mind for her!

 

 

2. Masumi - Under control.

 

Masumi had spent over 5 years in the world of Pony-girl development, under the guidance of the deceased Jirou Tanaka. BJ, as he was known, had begun to train Ponies on Folito Island with the hope that he could later coat them with his living latex solutions. Consequently, when the stables were built, Masumi and her older sister, Sakkara, became both trainer and drivers of the animals.

Those experiences had a lot to do with her acceptance of Salim's suggestion to drive for him. His plan was to bring Tara back with him to Dubai to fill the gap in his driver team, but Salim had to agree to Carlos's request to have the girl for a month. The mine manager had agreed to ease off on Tara to ensure she would be fit enough to drive for Salim when he released her. Salim wasn't happy with the arrangement but needed the mine to run smoothly.

So, Salim was a driver short and Masumi reluctantly agreed to fill the gap until Tara came to Dubai. She liked working with Ponies and knew that if she fell out with Salim and had to go home, she could return to work in the stables, or go to Tokyo to help entrap more girls.

In the four days that she worked in Salim's training centre she didn't get a chance to visit the Sheik's stables, so was looking forwards to seeing how they compared with what the Tanaka brothers had built.

"You know your decision has greatly pleased me, Masumi," Salim said, guiding her through a security door at the back of the palace. "This is an opportune time for you to be involved in getting the best out of the fillies and at the same time, keep an eye out for anyone acting suspiciously."

"Are you sure there's a spy in the camp, Salim?"

"I don't know. I hope not, but we'll see."

They crossed a covered quadrangle, which was surrounded by buildings on three sides. The broad path led them toward the outside wall of a glass corridor that completed the enclosure. The courtyard was an air-conditioned greenhouse with the temperature set at a low 72F. It contained a multitude of fauna and wild plants, which would be more at home in an English garden, rather than in the heat of Dubai.

The path led directly through the centre of the garden to another security door that opened into the glass passageway that spanned the entire back of the palace. The training centre was situated at one end of the corridor, while the other end led to the stables.

They stopped at another security door and had to pause, because two red lights showed that one of the doors were open elsewhere within the walkway. The assistants, Salim explained, had the ability to lock all the other doors if they were moving an animal from one location to another.

"Salim, I'll enjoy driving for you, but I want you to promise that my driving isn't part of your long-term plan," she said earnestly.

"Masumi, I can assure you that this is only a temporary situation," he said, while letting his hand slip down the back of her white tunic, before coming to rest on the upper swell of her buttocks. "I must impress on you, Masumi, for the next three or four weeks, everyone from all my managers, down to the rawest stable boy will be treating you like any other driver."

"But won't they guess I'm only temporary."

He looked at her sternly "No, I've sent dozens of girls from my bed to the stables. Some have become Helga's assistants, others, Pony-girls and drivers. You'll be surprised by their acceptance of my decision."

She was disappointed at losing her status but was intrigued by the challenge. When she spent a few days in the fitness centre she saw how they trained the fillies. She was about to find out how they trained the drivers.

"If I don't like it, can I return to your side?"

"No, Masumi. I want you to prove your devotion by helping me at a difficult time."

"Okay, Master," she said glumly.

"The other thing is that I'll be banking on your advice, as to which fillies I should put together. If we get this right, then I should have three good teams to choose from. Mystic will race in the singles, but it remains to be seen which of the others are capable of consistently good performances. Always remember that the Premier League events include singles and doubles in each of the matches."

Masumi was satisfied with his answer and contented at the feel of Salim's hand exploring her posterior. A Pony-girl strapped to one of the futuristic stainless-steel trollies, steered by a male assistant, passed the locked door where they were waiting, obviously on the way to the fitness centre from the stables. The poor creature looked exhausted, prompting Masumi to wonder how long she'd been running in the midmorning sunshine.

The green light came on, allowing Salim to open the door and enter the corridor, which was much warmer than the quadrangle. Salim dressed in a long white thawb, led the way to the training centre and buzzed them through the next door with his security card.

"Tell Helga and Dafiq to meet us in my office," the young Sheik instructed the alert receptionist.

Masumi guessed that Salim hadn't spent much time in his office, because the small desk was clear of any paperwork and the trays were completely empty. However, it was well furnished, with six comfortable seats for his visitors. No sooner had she sat down, when there was a knock on the door and Helga entered.

The tall German was well built but possessed a body of Amazonian proportions. Helga Goldberg was 6'0" tall and probably weighed about 160 pounds, Masumi thought, while her sturdy frame was pure muscle with hardly an ounce of fat on it.

Her light brown hair was plaited into two pony tails, while her richly tanned skin was covered with tiny freckles. The woman had heavy facial features but was nevertheless attractive. Steel grey eyes, high cheekbones and an expressionless mouth however, set the tone for her mood, for she never smiled unless she was talking to Salim.

Masumi stared up through her knee-length, semi-transparent smock and couldn't help wondering if Salim had ever fucked her. The only evidence of her authority over her staff was the belt that cinched her waist and a short cane that hung from her right hip. The whippy instrument was enough to strike terror into the girls and ensure that she had their utter respect and attention.

Moments later the dark swarthy figure of Dafiq Sarraf joined them and took a seat directly opposite Masumi. The young Arab was Salim's head trainer and managed the stables, so apart from being introduced to him, the young jap hadn't had anything to do with the Arab until then.

"A couple of things to discuss," Salim started. "Firstly, I've decided to move Masumi to the driving team at the training centre..."

"Oh..." began Dafiq, before checking himself.

"Yes, what were you going to say?" Salim inquired, clearly not used to being interrupted.

"Sorry to interrupt Master, but with all the new arrivals, I'm going to find it difficult to train a new driver."

"No need Dafiq. Masumi has been driving for three years. She's 21 and very experienced," Salim reassured his stable manager.

"Her weight Master?" Dafiq enquired. "100 pounds is the Association's maximum."

"Helga, what do you think?" Salim said turning to the fitness expert.

"Stand up girl!" Helga ordered. "And take your shift off."

Masumi climbed to her feet and released the bows on her shoulders. The thin gauze became snagged on her erect nipples for a moment, before cascading to the ground. The naked youngster couldn't help noticing the reactions of the two men, when her body was fully revealed. Dafiq's black eyebrows shot up at the sight of her perfect form, while a smidgeon of a smile twitched on Salim's lips.

"What do you weigh?" Helga asked. "And turn around girl, so I can see your body."

"One hundred and ten pounds, Ma'am," she replied, while slowly rotating in front of the three onlookers.

"Ten percent in a week, Salim, is a tall order, especially with such large assets, however with a bit of effort it can be achieved."

Large assets? Masumi knew she was referring to her 'C' cups and bubble ass, but it was the first time she'd heard the term used to describe them. Her gold snake necklace was gone, as were the pendant diamonds that hung from her plain gold one-inch nipple rings. The youngster was used to being naked, but she suddenly felt vulnerable under the woman's critical searching eyes.

"If Helga can get her weight down, then she's certainly the answer to our current shortage," Dafiq enthused, while all the time examining Masumi's physique. "Kalila will be out of action for a month, so yes, let's give her a try."

"Good, that's settled. You'll need to work out a program, for when she returns to the training centre each evening," Salim said to Helga. "Take her down to electronics and get the hardware fitted, before showing her the driver's dormitory. Let me know as soon as you hand her over to Dafiq, because I want to come down to the stables to inspect the animals and address all the drivers."

"Yes Master," Helga said, getting to her feet. "Come along girl, no need to dress, because I'll give you a new tunic."

Masumi stooped down, scooped up the gauze shift and followed Helga out of the room. The tall German regarded her dispassionately, while they took the lift down to the basement, but nevertheless continued to examine her naked body. Having already spent 3 days in the training centre, Masumi knew that the morose woman wasn't into chitchat. In fact, she was intolerant of her staff and often checked up on them while wielding the whippy cane.

Helga led the way down the corridor, past all the preparation rooms to the 'Electronics Room'. The room was empty apart from one white coated young woman, who was working at a bench, covered with all sorts of electronic paraphernalia.

"Eva, I want a collar fitted to this girl," Helga said succinctly.

"You are lucky Ma'am, there's one left after changing all the drivers and our current crop of concubines in the palace," the lab assistant said in a German accent. "The second batch should be here at the end of next week for the stable hands and the Master's office assistants."

"Good. Let's get on with it."

The slim, blonde assistant rose from her chair and fetched a box from a shelf, before walking over to a high-backed leather chair.

"Sit in the chair girl," Helga urged her, by putting a hand on her bare shoulder. "And hold your hair up out of the way."

Masumi stepped over to the high back chair, which had a small metal recess at the top. Once she had seated herself Masumi guessed that the cavity lined up with the back of her neck. Eva arrived, holding a gold collar out in front of her. The one-inch metal band was attached to one side of a small box, while the other side was free.

The assistant pulled the band, with difficulty, opening a gap just wide enough to slip the device onto her neck. Masumi noticed that the inside of the restraint was covered with yellow felt, except where two metal discs stood proud from the band.

A moment of panic flashed through her mind, as Eva closed the gap and pushed the free end into the box with a loud click. Helga stepped forwards to help her assistant guide Masumi back, until the box at the back of her neck located in the cavity on the chair. There was another loud click signalling that the collar was locked into the socket.

"This will take a few minutes while the computer adjusts the collar to the size of your neck," Helga informed her.

"Is this the right collar, Ma'am?" Masumi enquired, remembering that she'd seen Nasrin wearing a thinner one, when she was in Mexico.

"Of course, girl!" she snapped. "All the drivers have just been fitted with this new model. Now be quiet and sit still, because the electronics are very sensitive."

Masumi fell silent to wait to see what was going to happen and noticed Helga unclip the cane from her belt. She didn't have long to wait before she felt the band tighten around her neck. Slowly but surely the band was drawn into the box.

"Oh..." Masumi exclaimed, raising her hands to the band. Switt! "Neeeeei!" she squeeled, when Helga's cane swatted her wrists.

"Silence and get your hands away, girl!"

"It's too tight," Masumi complained, hesitantly dropping her hands.

The device seemed to settle on what she thought was a very restrictive setting.

"Ma'am, it's too tight. I can feel it when I swallow."

"Nonsense girl, you'll get used to it, like all the others are having to," she said, then turned to her assistant. "Eva give me the list," Eva handed her clipboard, which Helga glanced over with her searching, steel grey eyes. "Masumi, I want you to repeat the following words or group of words, clearly and succinctly. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," Masumi replied, desperate be released from the chair.

Helga reeled off a list of acknowledgements, like "Yes, Master, yes, Ma'am, yes, Sir, No, Master and a few other words. Masumi repeated them carefully as instructed, until Helga put the pad down.

"Eva, confirm the settings and let's move on." She paused and then got the nod from her assistant. "Masumi you're now restricted to the phrases that you've just recited. If you utter any other words, the collar will punish you."

"It's done Ma'am," the svelte German said from behind her. "Nipples or wrists first?" she asked.

"Give me the cuffs and get the caps ready, I'm on a tight schedule today."

"What are...?" Zzzzzzzzzz! "Muuuuuuuumph!" Masumi groaned and grasped the arms of the chair, when a twin joint of pain stabbed the sides of her neck.

The pain shot down her backbone all the way to her coccyx and a trickle of urine slipped out from between her thighs. The disabling pain and the deep embarrassment of soiling the chair, were new experiences for the youngster. Masumi had fitted many shock collars to Pony-girls on Folito Island, but was only now finding out what it felt like to be zapped by one.

She was shocked in more ways than one, for she had seriously misjudged Salim, who had cunningly trapped her and put her completely under his control!

 

 

3. Masumi - The German's toy.

 

Masumi was still getting over the shock of discovering that Salim had tricked her, when Helga interrupted her thoughts by waving her cane in the youngster's face.

"Be more careful girl, I don't want your piss all over the laboratory floor!" Thwatt!

"Neeeeeeeeei!" Masumi squeeled when Helga swiped her legs with the cane.

"The collar recognises anguish," Eva explained. "It's speech that will trigger the device, not your cries of pain." She paused, standing with her hands on her hips. "What do you say?"

"Thank you, Ma'am," she replied, knowing it was one of the permitted phrases.

Masumi was flabbergasted at being told off and punished in such a manner. She was powerless, fastened to the chair and unable to protest her outrage. Eva handed a pair of golden cuffs to Helga, who set about snapping them on her wrists. The hinged restraints were once again padded on the inside and included small contact discs like her collar, as well as a fixing point on the outside. Surely, they didn't intend to zap her wrists as well!

Then, Eva leant over her and started to remove the golden rings from her nipple piercings. Masumi wondered why they wanted to replace the rings, until she saw that they planned to fix an oval medallion to one side of each nub. The pin was thicker, so caused her some discomfort when they threaded them through.

When Helga picked up a pair of riveting pliers, Masumi could only gawp in horror when the woman placed a medallion on the end of the pin and proceeded to rivet the two sides together.