Felicia (15 page)

“She is quite submissive, my friend,” Ismail said. “I will show you.” Felicia tensed.

“Slave,” Ismail said to her mildly, “Show our guests how welcome they are.”

Felicia stayed on her knees as she turned her back to her master and his guests. She put her legs together and leaned forward, putting the side of her face against the mat, her hands close to either side of her head. With her in that pose, her pussy was up in the air, practically right in the faces of the men. She had no doubt that they were all staring at it.

“Ah, I see new rings!” she heard Abou say.

“They were just put on her this morning,” her master said. “She is not yet used to them.”

No, Felicia thought, I am not. And I never will get used to them. Ever. Then she felt someone fiddling with her labial rings. She shivered, but managed to keep silent.

“They look quite fetching on her,” Abou commented. He gave the rings a little flick of his finger and laughed when Felicia flinched.

“She is not yet fully trained, my friend, but she is trained well enough,” the sheik said.
”I would be honored if you accepted her as my gift for the night.”

Abou laughed. “And I would be equally honored if you partook of my Anulka’s charms for the night.”

“Thank you, my friend,” the sheik replied. Felicia heard all this. It was incredible to her how they could talk about swapping women as if it was nothing unusual. No, not incredible: It was despicable, depraved, disgusting.

“On your hands and knees, slave,” the sheik ordered. Felicia obeyed promptly. She had not been told to turn around, so her freshly pierced pussy was still pointing at them, but at least she didn’t have to stick it up in the air for them anymore.

Selim squatted down alongside her, moved her hair out of the way, and quickly buckled a collar around her neck. She hated the feel of it, stiff and heavy and a constant reminder of her sexual slavery, but she couldn’t stop them from doing it. She was surprised when the big eunuch began putting leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles as well, but she did her best not to show it. Maybe they just wanted her to be wearing an outfit that matched Anulka’s for when they did the swap. She felt Selim attach a leash to her collar and sighed inwardly. Then he used the leash to make her turn back towards the doorway, and Anulka, and the watching men. There were at least four of them besides her master and Abou. As far as she could tell, none of them had spoken. Well, why would they? They had only come to see the blonde American slut put through her paces, humiliated, degraded, forced to submit to whatever indignity their nasty, evil minds could conjure up.

Selim slowly tightened his grip on her leash, pulling her head up. Then Abou brought Anulka up close to Felicia so that they were face to face. Felicia saw a nasty glint in the blonde German’s eye and wondered what was coming.

“Kiss her, slave,” the sheik ordered.

Felicia really didn’t want to do it, but Selim always carried that short whip with him and she knew all too well how much it could sting. She leaned forward, tilting her head to one side as Anulka, smiling, sweetly, tilted her head to the other side. Their lips had barely touched before Felicia drew back.

“That was no proper kiss, slave,” the sheik said menacingly. “Now, keep still. You will learn how it is done.”

Selim kept Felicia’s leash taut as Anulka moved in, still wearing that sickeningly sweet smile. Felicia closed her eyes as Anulka kissed her. She managed to keep them closed even when the other woman’s tongue forced itself between her lips and into her mouth. She tasted of mint.

“Kiss her back, slut,” the sheik ordered. Felicia felt the end of Selim’s whip trail across her waist. She whined in complaint, but obeyed, thrusting her own tongue into Anulka’s mouth. Anulka made a happy little noise and pressed her mouth harder against Felicia’s.

This was something new, Felicia thought, but she should have expected it sooner or later. In fact, she had, in a way, but she’d thought that it would be with Neha. She had spent more than a little time with the slender Indian dancer. She had even become used to spending time with another naked woman, lying close to her or being held by her or letting her tend to her injuries when it was needed. She thought she could endure this better with Neha. But Neha was not here, and Anulka was. Anulka also seemed to be enjoying herself, even with all those men watching. Maybe slavery had warped her mind so much that having a male audience was a little extra thrill for her. Felicia herself was acutely aware of the woman’s tongue, the collar tight around her neck, and the cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles. She wanted to pull away, or push Anulka away with her hands, but she could still feel the end of the whip on her back, so all she did was stay in place and whimper. Anulka seemed to like it when she whimpered.

Finally, she felt Selim pulling her back by her leash. She went willingly. Abou was pulling Anulka back by her leash at the same time, but the blonde seemed unwilling to obey. Just before they were parted, she made one last short lunge at Felicia and licked her face. Once out of reach, she smiled evilly at Felicia and licked her lips lasciviously.

“I think that both of these sluts enjoyed that,” the sheik said. “Let us continue.”

Felicia felt Selim grip her leash tightly near her collar as Abou began leading Anulka around behind her. She tried to turn her head to see what was going on, but Selim twisted her head back to face forward.

“Be still, slave,” the sheik ordered grimly. Felicia obeyed, and then she felt Anulka’s lips and tongue on her upper thigh. Startled, she gave one high-pitched yelp and tried to pull away. But Selim held her so tightly that she could neither go forward nor backward, and when she tried to move sideways away from Anulka the big eunuch blocked her way.

Anulka began kissing and licking her ass, working ever closer to her pussy. Felicia clamped her legs together out of instinct. She heard Anulka laugh, and then felt her tongue sliding up and down on her pussy, slowly working its way in between her outer lips.

Felicia could do no more than take it, trembling and making tiny noises. She felt Anulka pushing her knees apart, and wanted to resist. Fear of what might happen to her if she did that kept her from doing more than resisting just enough to make the German bitch work for it. And all the while, Anulka kept licking, and kissing, and nibbling. Every time her tongue hit one of Felicia’s labial rings, Felicia would start and yelp. The piercings were still sore, and painfully sensitive. That only seemed to encourage Anulka.

Felicia felt herself growing wet, and that only added to her overwhelming feelings of shame. Then Anulka abruptly shifted to licking her anus. Felicia shrieked and bucked. She heard the men laugh. All Anulka did was wait until she had settled down, shaking violently, and then did it again with the same results, and the same round of laughter. Felicia steadied herself. She was unwilling to put on a show for these evil, evil men, so the next time Anulka licked there she just lowered her head and grunted. Anulka tried some nasty little tricks to get a rise out of her again, but all Felicia would do was grunt through clenched teeth. It was almost a relief when the German bitch turned her attentions back to Felicia’s pussy. It had been bad enough before. Now Anulka really went to work, licking, kissing, and sucking. Felicia felt herself growing wetter and wetter in spite of this being one of the most unpleasant things yet done to her here. She tried to keep still and silent, but that gradually became impossible. She could hear the wet sounds Anulka was making, and the wordless sounds of pleasure she was making as well. She sounded like she was enjoying herself very much. It was terrible.

Worst of all was having to hear the laughs and comments of the men as they stood around the two women. They also seemed to be enjoying themselves. Felicia stood it for as long as she could, but finally it was too much. She screamed in anger and shame, but the men apparently misinterpreted it as a scream of pleasure, and they all cheered. Angry and outraged, she screamed again, with the same result from the audience. Now Anulka seemed to come to the same wrong conclusion, because she gave Felicia’s labial rings a quick tug with her mouth, then stopped what she was doing and moved away.

Selim loosened his grip on her leash and Felicia let her head drop. She panted and gasped and sobbed, grateful that this disgusting, degrading episode was over. Very soon, she found that it was not. Anulka was brought before her again. The grin on her face did not appear to be entirely sane, and though she was avidly licking her lips and whatever part of her face she could reach, Felicia could still see her own juices glistening on the other woman’s face. She could even smell herself.

“Kiss her, slave,” the sheik ordered.

It was too much. Felicia lunged forward, her teeth bared to bite. Selim yanked her up short, choking her, and then brought his short whip down across her ass in a terrible, searing blow. Felicia shrieked and immediately dropped onto her knees and elbows, her head between her arms and her ass up, in a posture of submission, hoping, praying that she wouldn’t be struck again. It worked. Instead of using the whip on her again, Selim hauled her back up onto her hands. Abou brought Anulka forward again. The German bitch wasn’t smiling now. In fact, she looked more than a little uneasy, and Felicia took some comfort from that.

“Kiss her, you bitch,” the sheik ordered angrily. Selim and Abou urged the two women closer to each other. Felicia pursed her lips and leaned forward. Anulka, still looking apprehensive, did the same. The kiss was brief, because Anulka broke it off abruptly and pulled back. The men all laughed again. Felicia felt her cheeks reddening. But at least it was finally over.

But…it wasn’t. Anulka was turned around, her pussy almost in Felicia’s face.

“Kiss her again, slut,” the sheik commanded.

Felicia’s stomach churned, but her ass still stung terribly where she had been whipped. She didn’t want to be whipped again. As she brought her face closer to Anulka’s pussy she could smell that the other woman was aroused, or had been until very recently. She went as slowly as she dared. She noticed that Anulka was trying to look around to see what she was doing, but couldn’t because her master wouldn’t let her. She pressed her lips to the other woman’s pussy. When Anulka flinched at that first light contact, Felicia felt a fierce little flare of satisfaction.

“Lick it, slut,” her master ordered. This time, Felicia obeyed promptly and was rewarded by another flinch and a tiny little cry from Anulka. Trying not to smile, lest the men think she was beginning to enjoy this degrading thing that they were making her do, Felicia thrust her tongue as deeply into Anulka’s pussy as she could. She pressed her face closer, her nostrils full of the other woman’s musk, and let her feel her teeth brushing against some very tender parts. She could feel Anulka trembling now, out of fear, and she could hear the other woman whimpering.

“Enough,” the sheik announced. Felicia let herself be pulled away from Anulka. She dropped back into a submissive pose, knees together, her hands resting on her thighs, her head down.

“There is still a little fire left in this one, I see,” Abou chuckled. “She still needs the feel of the whip from time to time.”

“Do you still wish her for the night?” the sheik asked.

“Oh, yes,” Abou nodded eagerly. “But I would like to borrow a whip, just in case.”

“You shall have one, my friend,” the sheik laughed. “I know you are skilled in its use. But I do not think that this slut will give you any trouble. Will you, slut?”

“No, master,” Felicia replied sweetly. “I will obey.”

“Selim,” the sheik said. “Take these two slaves away. Once they are properly bathed, you know where to bring them.”

“To hear is to obey, lord,” the eunuch answered in his weak, breathy voice. Felicia dared to raise her eyes just enough to look at Anulka. Even with a little distance between them, the German bitch looked uneasy. Felicia lowered her head again to hide her little smile.

Chapter Thirteen

The first hint that something about her status had changed came to Felicia after she had gotten out of the bath and dried off. Neha made her sit down on a small stool and quickly put Felicia’s hair in a long, loose braid. Then she applied the dark makeup to Felicia’s eyes, and a little rouge to her nipples. That was not too unusual, but as Felicia rose and waited for someone to put her collar and cuffs back on her the horrid old woman who had tormented her for so long arrived with something for her to wear. It was a strange-looking outfit, and she didn’t think that it qualified as clothing. It certainly did qualify as a costume, but the fact that she was being given anything to wear at all had to mean something.

The bottom part resembled nothing so much as a pair of crotchless red silk panties with gauzy, see-through leggings attached. They terminated around her ankles in narrow bands of more red silk that concealed some elastic to help keep them in place. The top half of it did even less to conceal and more to display. It was composed of a red silk vest that fastened below her breasts, leaving them bare while pushing them slightly inwards and upwards. It had sleeves of the same gauzy material as her leggings with more red silk around her wrists. As she adjusted it, looking at herself in a full-length mirror, she thought that it was more suggestive than if they had kept her naked. They also gave her a thin gold headband to wear. It circled her head, and there was a single red jewel of some sort hanging down from it, centered just above and between her eyes. Once she had put that on, Selim put her collar and cuffs back on her. She waited for her leash, but he didn’t put it on her. Bewildered, she waited to see if she was supposed to get on all fours and crawl along after him or put her hands behind her so that he could lock her wrist cuffs together, but he didn’t do that either. Instead, he backed away from her. The hideous old woman came over instead in her shapeless black dress, cackling wickedly. Felicia saw that she was holding a tiny padlock with a length of light, gold-colored chain attached to it. As she wondered what that was all about, the old woman made her move her legs apart and then crouched down in front of her, still cackling. Felicia felt her face reddening with embarrassment as the old woman deftly locked her two labial rings together with the padlock. She straightened up, lightly holding the end of the light chain, and smirked nastily at Felicia just before she gave the chain a tiny little tug. Felicia went up on her toes with a startled squeal. The old woman laughed and summoned Selim over. She handed him the chain and went off, still laughing. Felicia hated her even more than before now. She looked up at Selim uneasily. He just smiled down at her, patted her head, and then jiggled the chain slightly. Felicia squealed again, hating herself for showing even that much reaction. Then Selim turned and began walking. She had to follow him.