5.1 ~ Noor: One.

 

My plan had backfired spectacularly. I was blinded by my desire to get revenge on Reza Mamud. We clashed, three months earlier, in a race organized by the REYO committee. On that occasion, Reza had kicked me. When I fell, I hurt my ankle, meaning I couldn't be considered for the trial. Our feud continued for a while, but the older girls, who bossed the inmates, saw to it that we didn't make any more trouble.

Each cell of four girls had a senior girl, some of whom had privileged status. Fighting Reza wasn't worth the hassle, so I knuckled down and eventually caught the eye of the Governor. That evening, I was helping to serve dinner to him and his guests in his private apartment. I had never been mauled by so many men in one night, but it was the Governor's attention I craved.

That same evening, when I returned to clear away the final items from the table, he told me to remove my tunic, then made me lean over the back of a chair. He didn't leave a hole unvisited but needed to thrash me to get it up again. My compliance and submissiveness, along with my appearance, cemented my place in his warped affections.

On the previous selection trial, four girls were chosen and left the prison. Curiously, two of them had only been in the prison for a few days. Also, they were attractive and fit, like Nadia and Rimsha.

Both girls had the same tales of being framed, so the whole selection process appeared to be rigged from the start. Somehow though, I had caught Mr Kashif's attention and impressed him. Then, after I cocked up the ten-lap race, he ordered Ayad to turn me into a Puppy-girl before giving me a sound thrashing.

It seemed as though my chance had gone until he told Nadia to apply cream to my bruised labia. Kashif's brand of punishment and kindness was something I could accept if Nadia was the one providing the latter.

The young English girl didn't hesitate, despite Doctor Badawi overseeing the soothing treatment. My new friend finger fucked me to the most delicious orgasm I ever had from a female friend, including those provided by the good doctor! I remained hunkered down and soaked up the incredible mixed sensations - sharp, intense pain from my bruised labia and thrills that invigorated my frayed senses.

"That's enough. Mr. Kashif said, having left his seat to stand over me. "It's time to see which one of you is going to have an uncomfortable 48 hours in the kennels," The tall selector was still wearing a white Thobe and a red check keffieh headdress. I considered kissing his sandaled feet, but he moved, expecting us to follow him. "Come, hurry," he urged.

The ring gag and head harness were evil restraints, but the anal hook and cord were the items that caused me the most discomfort. The tight cord ensured I kept my head up and my back dipped. It was designed to force me to accentuate the appearance of my tits at one end and my cunt at the other. Consequently, it was easy for my Master to punish one or the other.

I had spent time in the kennels before Lieutenant Ayad arrived at the prison, whereas I didn't think Mamud had. The most embarrassing experience I had suffered was soon after I arrived at the prison. Three of us had to polish the quadrangles marble floor while wearing the full Puppy-girl gear. We spent 8 hours ii the blazing sun, sweating our guts out, while an officer taunted us with his baton.

That experience was fresh in my memory as I took the lead of the small procession - two Puppy-girls, followed by Nadia and Yasin Zaman. Doctor Badawi brought up the rear.

Yasin was a good kid who had fallen under the spell of Reza Mamud. She was fit and attractive, so I wasn't surprised that Kashif fancied her for the REYO program. Mamud on the other hand had a nasty streak and was argumentative and deceitful. I had to win the race and show the selectors that I was strong and a good team member. Unfortunately, I was up against a girl who was equally as desperate.

The route took us through the lounge of the Governor's private accommodation. We crossed a huge silk rug that was comfortable to crawl on. My knees were padded while the leather mitts offered a fair degree of protection, but I wouldn't want to go on a long walk in the gear. The anal hook hampered my movements. I was stiffer and could have crawled faster without the dreadful restraint pulling on my head, neck, shoulders and asshole.

After walking along a short hall, we exited the apartment into the open walkway. All the girls were sitting on the decorative wall that had been built between the pillars that supported the upper floors of the fort. Looking out, past the seated girls, the quadrangle was in darkness, but the open walkway was well lit.

The lights, the girls and the atmosphere made it a spectacular sight. It looked as though at least 80 girls were seated on the four sides, ready to watch us scramble past on our hands and knees. The girls had been joined by the REVO committee members and at least a dozen officers, so we were going to have to crawl past spectators on all four sides.

Kashif hunkered down and held his fists up in front of our faces. "Jalal, which hand is the token in?"

I pointed to his right hand, but unfortunately it was in his left. "Mamud, you have the inside. It's an advantage, but can you make it count?"

"You can do it, Noor," Rimsha called out from her perch on the wall.

"This is your chance, Mamud. You're a winner!" another shouted.

Kashif lifted his hand to silence them, then pointed at his foot, which was positioned on one of the lines that divided the square marble tiles. "Line up here girls..." He waited until we were positioned side by side, before telling us the rules. "The first girl to cross this line for a third time is the winner. If either of you interfere with the other, forty-eight hours will be added to your kennel time.

"Are you ready?"

I had to win the race fair and square otherwise I was doomed. We both nodded our head.

Kashif raised his arm and then dropped it. "Go!"

The corner looked a long way away from my lowly position, as we crawled hell for leather toward it. It was clear to me in the first few yards that Mamud wanted to win the race from the front. I didn't have an athlete's brain, but I remembered Nadia's tactics in the previous race, so I didn't bust a gut to get ahead of her.

Mamud was on the inside, so I let her go. I tucked in right behind her as we rounded the bend and set off toward what we called the south stairs corner. That was when I got my first sight of her brutalized cunt lips. Mine were in the same state and stinging as though they were on fire.

My mitts and knee pads didn't grip the polished marble well and it was difficult to hug the ninety-degree corners because they were so sharp. I followed her past the loading dock, then across the thoroughfare and around two more corners. Her pace was slowing which gave me some hope. I moved out to overtake her as we approached the finishing line for the first time, but she sped up.

We were both tiring, so making her put extra effort in was a good tactic. I pretended to attack her after every corner and each time she crawled faster. The girls were going potty. They had never seen anything like the race unfolding before them. Starved of excitement, their shouting and screaming was understandable. I had little support, but that only spurred me on to prove everyone wrong.

We had just passed the south staircase corner for the third time when I made a last-ditch attempt to pass her. We were in the back straight of the course, which was the stretch with the best, uninterrupted surface. "Rrrrrrrrrr," Mamud roared in frustration when she realized she couldn't stop me from overtaking her.

Her arms and legs wouldn't respond to my attack, so I managed to reach the penultimate corner in the lead. The girls were screaming encouragement, mainly at Reza, but it didn't have the effect on her they wanted. I was elated when I turned the final bend and crawled as fast as I could toward Kashif and the doctor, who were still standing by the door to the governor's apartment.

As soon as I passed his leg, I collapsed forward onto my elbows and sank into a state of exhausted delirium. The first person to come to my aid was Nadia. "Can I release the fastening on her collar, Sir?" I heard her say.

"Yes, once you and Zaman have led her back to the patio," Kashif replied, then barked some more orders. "Doctor, would you supervise these three girls. I'll fetch the other two we were talking about and find their files. Meet me in the Governor's office. Lieutenant, take Mamud to the kennels and bed her down. She's missed out this time but there will be more opportunities in the future."

I finally lifted my shoulders and was able to see Nadia's cute, freckled face. "Uhhhhh," which was supposed to sound like 'thank you'.

"Come on, Noor, let's go back to the veranda," she urged while Yasin looked on.

Both girls followed me, while Doctor Badawi escorted me through the Governor's apartment and out onto the veranda.

We returned to the spot where the Lieutenant fitted the Puppy-girl kit on me, then the girls looked to the doctor for instruction.

"Girls, you can remove Jalal's Puppy outfit. You need the practice.," the doctor said, so they hunkered down beside me.

"Um, where shall we start?" Nadia asked.

With the doctor's direction, Nadia unfastened the tether on my head harness, then unbuckled the straps around my head. "Out you come," she said while easing the ring out of my mouth.

"Ahhhhh... Oh my god, thanks, Nadia..."

She ruffled my hair, then lifted my chin. "You're welcome. Such a cute puppy dog."

"Ahhhhh!" I moaned while Yasin eased the ball past my sphincter. It came out with a 'Plop!'. "Fuck that feels better," I muttered.

"Leg binders next," the doctor ordered.

Each girl unfastened a binder and removed the supple leather 'sock' that held my legs folded, with the aid of a strap and buckle at the top. I had never been so pleased to be back on my feet, but the doctor hadn't finished with me. Every girl who wore the anal hook had to have her ass checked out.

"Noor, bend over the table and I'll give your anus a quick exam, then we can go to the Governor's office." She never missed an opportunity to check out a girl's holes.

The thought of making the final three lifted my spirits. I bent over the edge of the table, whereupon Doctor Badawi pulled my ass cheeks apart. "The region is inflamed, Noor. I'm going to apply some cream to further help your labia and anus recover from the rigours it has suffered."

I would have rather had Nadia applying the cream, so I closed my eyes while the older woman's fingers slipped back and forth; and, in and out of my orifices. When she had sated her need for playing with my succulent and hollow parts, she slapped my ass gently.

"Up and get dressed."

Noor was holding my shorts and Yasin my top. The doctor waited for me to dress, then led us back into the governor's apartment. Was the day over, or did Mr Kashif have another surprise in store for us...?