9.1 ~ Sadaf: One.

 

After the four Sergeant's had sated their considerable desires, spearing my holes mercilessly, using two at a time, I finally clambered out of the pool and retreated to my room. On the way I picked up a cold meal from the canteen and woofed it down before I had a hot shower. I then took Mr. Kashif's advice to rest for a few hours. The moment my head hit the pillow I instantly fell asleep.

I woke at 7:30 and rolled onto my back. I was naked and my body looked its best in the supine position. I touched my smooth mons, something I sorted out during my shower, and sighed. I preferred having a bush while keeping my lips free of hair. I felt more naked than before, but I was going to have to get used to it if I wanted the trainer's job, if and when it was offered to me.

While I showered, I played with the pros and cons of leaving Kiashakan prison, where my main duties were sports mistress and the governor's sex toy. There were plenty of times when he couldn't get his hands on one of the grubby little sprogs, so I had to fill in, whatever time the man wanted sex. He often told people I was his second in command, but he never gave me any real responsibilities and in the final analysis, my career was going nowhere.

Being the trainer at a Pony-girl stables, working for a billionaire, appealed to me. It would give me a chance to mix in high society and maybe wear beautiful clothes. If the team was successful, then the rewards would be mindboggling. There was no comparison to the dreary life I was living at Kiashakan prison.

I sorted out my outfit before I rested. Once I had donned the full, navy blue serge panties, light blue singlet and black trainers, I jogged on the spot for five minutes, had a drink of water, then hurried from my room. It was 7:50 and the accommodation block was deserted.

I found everyone in the main shed circling the three Pony-girls, who were tethered to their rigs. Someone had attached plumes to the top of their bridles and provided them with upright bushy tales that were obviously anchored in their rectums.

With their firm tits jutting and their elegant, curved bodies, tightly wrapped in maroon harnesses, it was easy to imagine them pounding around a racetrack in pursuit of glory. That image in my head was a game changer and firmed up my decision to try for the job,

"Sadaf!" It was Mr Kashif. He broke away from the group and came over to where I had stopped to take in the extraordinary sight. Before he arrived he scanned my body with his ice cold, penetrating eyes. "Before I introduce you to the judges and the VLD team, I want to say that you look fantastic."

"Oh, thank you Mr. Kashif."

It occurred to me that he might be infatuated with me after shafting me on the desk in the ops room. I dismissed the idea as fanciful idiocy when I considered his dark reputation.

"It's Javid. Call me Javid. If you end up working for my Master, we'll often bump into each other. Sadaf, the judges and VLD team have just arrived and have decided to examine the fillies first. Then, they'll go through to the gym and watch your performance. Sergeant Talar is waiting for you. I told him what my Master wants and Talar will explain it to you." He nodded his head toward the group. "Come and meet the teams."

Javid introduced me to the VLD team first. I was pleased to discover that one of the members was a female solicitor. I knew Emad and shook the hands of the other three men. The final man, Sheik Shamoon took hold of my elbow and led me aside.

"I understand that you might be involved in training the three fillies we'll be examining, once the judges have appraised their suitability to race."

"Um, that's right, Sir. The job hasn't actually been offered to me yet. My prospective employer is waiting until I've performed a fitness test."

"Ah, yes..." He stepped back and glanced down my body. The middle-aged sheik's actions made me feel uneasy. "If I may say, Sadaf, as someone who has been valuing thralls and slaves for twenty years, you strike me as having an ideal physique for the job."

I didn't like being compared to slaves, but he was trying to compliment me, so I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth. "Thank you, Sir."

Javid Kashif was lurking and as soon as he saw a pause in the conversation, he stepped in. "Sheik Shamoon, I'll take Sadaf through now so she can get ready for the display."

His eyes dropped to my tits. "I'm looking forward to it, Javid."

I was relieved to get away from the Sheik who gave me the creeps; and felt sorry for the hundreds of thralls he had pawed during the evaluation process. When we entered the gym, three of the Sergeants, dressed in blue shorts and black trainers were playing basketball with one hoop.

A large mat had been laid out and surrounded by chairs; and the obstacle course was still intact. In fact, it looked as though it had been added to. Talar broke away from the group and approached us.

"Good to see you, Sadaf. Are you up for this?"

"I'm not going to chicken out, but I want you to cut me some slack."

Both men shook their heads. "Sorry, Sadaf, your future employer wants to see you under pressure," Javid said.

"Twenty minutes is all it will take, Sadaf. Come on, I've got your corset in the office," Talar said.

I turned to Javid. "Corset? You never said I had to wear a corset."

"Sadaf. We have to replicate the same conditions that Kateb competed in. Your new Master requires you to wear one so now is a good time to get used to it."

"Are there any more surprises? Cunt strap? Dildo?"

"They're in the box but we weren't planning on fitting them... Unless you want to wear them?"

I shook my head. "No thanks."

"I'll leave you to get organized," Javid said, then retraced his footsteps to the exit.

"This way..." I followed Sohail into the office and over to a desk which had been cleared to make room for the one-piece corset. Ominously, a riding crop had been placed beside it.

I folded one side to look at the outer layer. It was the same breathable latex the Pony-girls were wearing, but the shiny waterproof surface was dark blue and not maroon.

"Take your kit off, Sadaf, and lie on the corset."

"I want to take my panties off just before we start the test."

His eyes narrowed. "Nope, they've got to come off now." He went to the desk and picked up the crop, then tapped it in his free hand while he watched me disrobe. "Very nice," he said when my smooth mons came into view. "You look five years younger without all that hair. I'm not going to have any trouble treating you like a sprog in the gym am I Sadaf?"

I glanced at the crop. "Um, no, Sir." Weirdly, I felt a sharp thrill burst in my gut.

Naked, I laid down on top of the corset and waited for him to lift the sides and close the clasps that drew the back of the corset together. It was a while since I wore a corset and that was to a wedding of a friend. Thinking about my size, I wondered if the corset would fit me. The fitness instructor pushed my feet apart with his and pressed himself against my ass to fit the corset.

I could feel his cock pressing against my cunt. "Is it going to fit, Sohail?"

"Yep. Someone judged your size well. This one is a medium rather than a small which we fitted to the girls."

"Oooo," I complained when he began to close the clips, starting at the bottom near my coccyx and working his way up. "That is too tight, Sohail."

"Stop complaining..." He reached the top, then squeezed my hips to see if there was any slack to take up. "I think that will do. Now, I'm going to give you a few whacks to brighten up this ass in the name of realism..."

"No, don't you dare."

I went to push myself up, but he placed a hand in the middle of my back and pinned me to the table. "Stay still, Sadaf or I'll double the strokes."

I went to grab the crop, but he was quicker than me. Sohaaaaaaail!" I cried, not because I feared pain, more because I was outraged by Talar's actions.

"I told you not to struggle." He patted my ass with the crop. "Boy, I've been wanting to thrash this ass ever since you arrived. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Waaaaaaaaa!" I wailed, kicked my legs in the air, when fiery pain exploded across my cheeks. I began crying for the first time in years.

The governor at Kiashakan had beaten me a couple of times when he was angry, but nowhere near the level I received at the Dubai Correctional Institute for young women. I had a torrid time there and the six strokes I had just received bought some dreadful memories back to me.

"That's a sample, Sadaf. A warning that I won't be pulling my punches out there. If you slacken off the throttle, I'll be right behind you with this..." He lightly swatted my ass again. "Get up and let me see the new Sadaf Ayad."

I pushed myself off the desk and immediately felt the corset gripping my body tightly. There was no give in the material, but it was flexible. I walked around the office, while I rubbed some of the fire out of the welts that crossed my ass.

"Was that really necessary, Sohail?"

"You got off lightly. I landed all the blows on your meaty ass. I could have gone lower. Your lips were an inviting target" He studied my body while I approached him, "You look great. Come on. I'll show you the ropes."

When we emerged, I saw that the judges had arrived and were occupying three chairs at the end of the mat, while Beta and Gamma were seated either side of them. The five men were getting on well, chatting and chuckling at something Beta was saying.

Talar pointed toward the mat. "I want you to start on the mat demonstrating flutter kicks, push-ups, sit-ups and the plank, then it's onto the obstacle course. Come, I'll talk you through it."

We took about ten minutes to run through the course while slowly walking along beside it. The obstacle course was designed for powerful soldiers but there wasn't any element that I was worried about. I was good at climbing ropes, but I had never done it with a bare ass before. The other factor was the corset. I was gradually getting used to it, but it was going to hamper my movements.

We were just discussing the return journey when Javid Kashif entered the gym ahead of the five members of the VLD team. They walked over and sat down while Javid came over to speak to me. He couldn't resist glancing at my thrusting tits which looked larger, due to the half cups on the corset lifting them into a better shape.

I held my arms out. "Javid, does your Master really want me making a spectacle of myself in front of those important men and woman?"

He looked around and then back at me. "Those men and woman have seen more naked girls than you've had dinners. They examine thralls for a living. Impress them with your beautiful body."

Flattery doesn't normally work on me but in the case of the handsome Mr. Kashif, I let it fly. "What was their decision on the three Pony-girls?"

"Good news," he said with a broad smile. "All three girls got their competition certificates. After they were valued, my Master agreed to pay the extra fifty percent. They'll be on their way to their new home within an hour. That's one piece of the puzzle in place, but there are still two pieces missing." He took another glance at my body.

"I understand, Javid. I'll give it my best shot."

He left us to go and sit with the others. It was my big moment in front of an eager group of mainly men who examined thralls for a living. However, the most important man was viewing via video link, at a distant location in the UAE. Who though, was sitting behind the monitor, watching to see if I was fit enough to fill the vacancy for a Pony-girl trainer?