Felicia (22 page)

She dozed for a while, neither fully awake nor asleep until the feel of her skin warned her that it was time to turn over. She fished around for the bottle of tanning oil and applied it as best she could to her back. An oily, smiling, middle-aged man with a push broom mustache wandered over as she was going through her contortions. She didn’t understand a word that he said to her, but it was clear that he was offering to help her oil herself up. She smiled pleasantly and shook her head. The man shrugged and wandered off. Felicia saw Selim watching from a distance and smiled at him too before stretching herself out face down on the beach chair.

The afternoon passed slowly but pleasantly. Felicia sunbathed for a while, visited the vast buffet with little Sabadta, with Selim always nearby, and got herself something to eat. So did Sabadta, though she piled her plate much higher than Felicia did hers. And once the pool had emptied out a bit, Felicia treated herself to a quick dip and even swam a few leisurely laps before she climbed out, dried herself out, and went back to her beach chair. By then the sun was so low in the sky that she didn’t think she’d need to use the oil again. But it was still nice to sit quietly and soak up the last of the warm rays. She wondered why she hadn’t seen her master for so long, but he had said that he had business here. Well, the longer that business took him the more time she had to enjoy herself.

The sun set. It quickly became cool enough for her to put her beach robe back on. The party thinned out some more as servants lit torches and set them up on top of poles. The buffet was still open, so she visited it again to try some of the elaborate little pastries she had passed up on her first visit. Now she was getting a little anxious. It was strange, but being outside and away from the company of her master for so long was making her uneasy. As she nibbled at the pastries and found them delicious, she realized that there was nothing for her to do now but wait. The pool was heated. She could see wisps of vapor rising from it as the night air grew cooler. But going into the nice warm water meant that she would eventually have to come out of it into that chilly night air, and that didn’t seem appealing. Sunbathing ended once night had fallen. And as delicious as the pastries were, she could only eat so many of them.

Sabadta seemed to have no problems with the situation. She was curled up on the beach chair next to Felicia’s, a smile still on her sleeping face. Meanwhile, more and more of the party guests took their leave. There were only a dozen or so left that Felicia could see, plus a few white-coated servants scurrying about. Two of them were setting up a table at the far end of the pool. Felicia wondered what it was for.

Finally, she saw her master come out of the building. He looked quite pleased, which meant that his business had probably gone well. Felicia saw him wave in her general direction and realized that he was gesturing to Selim. The big eunuch came over and woke Sabadta. He made her and Felicia stand up and herded them over towards the table that had just been set up. Felicia saw a few more men come out of the building. Even at a distance she could tell that one of them was very, very unhappy about something.

Her master reached the table before Felicia did, and stood waiting. His eyes were fixed on hers, and she suspected that something was up. Then she saw all the remaining guests gathering around the same table and knew beyond doubt that something was up.

“Remove your robe,” he said to Felicia as she approached. It was a little too cool out now for that to be comfortable, but she obeyed promptly. Instantly she felt all eyes on her.

“She is lovely, is she not?” the sheik asked the assembled guests. Felicia saw two or three women in the small crowd, each one holding the arm of an older man. They were clearly mistresses. They looked as curious about the proceedings as the men. Felicia heard the men all agreeing with her master.

“Onto the table,” the sheik ordered. Felicia felt her heart sink. She was going to be put on display, she was sure. Nonetheless, she climbed up onto the table. Selim assisted her.

“Settah!” the sheik barked at her. Instantly, Felicia assumed the pose he had called for, on her hands and knees, her arms and legs spread wide to the edges of the table, her head bowed.

“She is also very well trained,” the sheik went on with a chuckle. “I know some of you have had your eyes on her this afternoon. What man could not? So I will give you all a better look. Selim, strip her.”

Felicia gripped the edges of the table and gritted her teeth as Selim undid the knots that held her bikini on. First, the one behind her neck. Then the one between her shoulder blades. The bikini top fell onto the table and she heard the men oohing and aahing over her breasts. The chill night air made her nipples swell, showing off the rings strung through them. Selim went to the knot at her left hip and pulled it free. Felicia kept still as he moved around to the other side of the table and undid the last knot, then pulled off her bikini bottom.

Felicia shivered, and it wasn’t all due to the coolness of the night. She had been displayed naked in front of strangers before. No matter how many more times it would be done to her, she didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.

“She has rings here, too,” a young woman said from somewhere behind Felicia. “Oh, my, it looks positively barbaric!”

“Touch them, if you like,” the sheik offered. “In fact, all of you, feel free to inspect my lovely young blonde as closely as you like. She enjoys being touched.”

Felicia bit back the angry denial that almost got past her tightly-closed lips. She most certainly did not like being touched, not by strangers, not under these degrading circumstances. She felt fingers fiddling delicately with her labial rings, followed by a nervous feminine laugh.

“Is she any good in bed?” one of the men asked Felicia’s master as he cupped and squeezed her breast.

“Oh, she is both tight and ravenous,” her master replied with a laugh. “And not only in bed.”

Felicia tried to think of something else, anything else, rather than the vile, submissive show she was being made to put on. But the hands stroking her, caressing her, twiddling with her rings, and the envious, admiring comments of the men as they inspected her kept her from doing that. She heard more nervous laughter and giggling from the young women. Be careful, you vapid little bitches, she thought. If you’re not careful, and maybe even if you are, you’ll end up in the same situation as I am – in fact, I hope you all do!

“Ah, my friend, please come and look,” she heard her master say.

“I do not care to, thank you,” a man replied. Felicia risked a sidelong glance. The man who had spoken was the one who looked so unhappy about something. He had the same dark skin as her master, and spoke English with much the same accent, but he seemed to be some years older.

“Ah, but I insist!” her master responded. “See the fullness and firmness of these plump young breasts? Here, feel for yourself.”

Felicia felt her master’s hand move off of her breast and another man’s hand replace it.

“Yes, she is quite impressive,” the unhappy man said. He didn’t seem at all interested in fondling Felicia. Something else was going on here, but she had no idea what it was.

“And now, please come back here and enjoy the view,” her master continued as he moved to the foot of the table. “Is she not appealing in this pose?”

“Yes, she is,” the unhappy man replied. “Please, I have other matters I must attend to.”

“I must insist,” the sheik said coldly. “Touch the rings. She is a slut. She enjoys it.”

Felicia felt thick, blunt fingers fumble with her labial rings briefly. Unsure of the part she was required to play here, she moaned faintly.

“You see, my friend?” she heard her master say.

“I see. I see very well,” the unhappy man replied. “But truly, I…I must go now.”

“A shame,” the sheik said sadly. “I must go soon myself. If we both had more time, I would give you this slut to enjoy for the night. She is most excellently trained to give pleasure to men.”

“I am sure,
sayyid
. I am sure. May I have your leave to go now?”

“Yes. You may go.”

The vile scene didn’t end for Felicia for a little while longer. Men still wanted to fondle her, tweak her nipples, and feel her up. The women by now had worked up the nerve to do a little prodding and probing of their own. They seemed unnaturally fascinated by the rings through her pussy lips. She earnestly wished that they would all find out how they felt first-hand, and soon. But finally she was allowed to clamber down awkwardly off of the table. Selim handed her her beach robe. She quickly put it on, more for the scant warmth it provided than for any attempt to salvage what was left of her dignity. She had none of that left to save. And she knew that tomorrow she would be the subject of many breakfast discussions: The beautiful young blonde with the rings.

She was allowed to put her sandals back on for the walk back to the limousine. Sabadta walked alongside her, uncharacteristically silent and thoughtful for once. The guards who rode in the SUVs all began getting back in their vehicles as they approached.

When Selim opened the door for her, Felicia saw a young woman with lovely light tan skin crouched on the floor in back. She was clad in jeans, a blouse and running shoes, and she had clearly been crying… no, still crying. Startled, Felicia stopped in her tracks.

“Enter the vehicle and pay no attention to her,” the sheik ordered. Felicia obeyed. The young woman moved away as they all entered, but could get no further away than the far side of the back seat.

As the vehicle started up, her master looked into Felicia’s eyes. “You wonder who she is,” he said with a smug smile.

“Yes, master,” Felicia acknowledged.

“Well, since you have behaved so well tonight, I will tell you. Do you remember the man who was so uninterested in your beautiful body and so anxious to get away?”

“Yes, master,” Felicia replied warily.

“He wronged me terribly in a business arrangement,” her master said as he looked at the cowering young woman. “He is a liar and a thief. I would have been within my rights to have him killed. Instead, I have taken his youngest and prettiest daughter as my newest slave. He offered me his fourth wife in her stead, and I was quite tempted, for she is a very beautiful and very youthful Italian. But Italian women are difficult to train properly and sometimes grow fat as they age. Besides, his fourth wife is of no blood relation to him, while his daughter most certainly is. I wanted him to see you so that he would know what his daughter could look forward to.” He leaned closer to the girl, who could not shrink back any further away from him, though she tried. Her tears started up again.

“She is about your age,” her master said to Felicia. “She has studied a little abroad, and can speak some English. Take her under your wing, my lovely blonde slut. She will need someone to explain her new position in the world.”

“Yes, master,” Felicia replied with a shudder.

Chapter Eighteen

“No, no, no, please, master, no!” Felicia knew that she was blubbering like a baby, but she didn’t care. She was strapped down on that damned examination table. Heavy leather straps kept her feet securely in the stirrups. Her hands were strapped together over her head and fastened securely to something on the back of the table. Another wide leather strap held her waist down. For all that, she was still struggling wildly. The doctor finished swabbing something on her clitoris and straightened up, looking displeased.

“If you keep wriggling like that you run the risk of injuring yourself,” he said angrily. “I can’t be held responsible if you do that.”

“Be easy, doctor,” the sheik said. “She is frightened.”

“I already told her once the anesthetic kicks in she won’t feel anything but a little pressure,” the doctor said. “Stupid bitch,” he muttered.

Felicia could still turn her head. She looked pleadingly at her master, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Please, master!” she begged. “Please! I will do anything you ask! Anything! I have been an obedient slave to you. Please do not do this to me!”

“Beg all you like,” he shrugged. “It will not help you. Neha is pierced there, and she made much less difficulty about it.”

“Aaaaahhhh!” Felicia wailed. “I know, I know, master. She told me, many times. But I am afraid! I am afraid!”

“Be afraid, if you like,” the sheik said. “But do it quietly. You are my property, slut, and I will do with you what I will.”

Felicia strained against her bonds and screamed up at the ceiling. After all the other things that had been done to her here, and all of the things she had been made to do, this should not seem to be so bad. But they were going to pierce her clit, and it was a last violation that she just could not submit to. She could not say why it seemed so terrible to her, but it did. No amount of advice from Neha could change that. She fell back onto the table, panting and trembling. She had never gotten used to the feeling of the rings through her labia. They had always made her feel dirty and defiled. She could endure them, but only just. A ring, or even just a stud, as Neha had, through her clitoris was something she didn’t think she could bear at all. She could promise her master anything he wanted in an attempt to bargain her way out of this, but she already knew that she would give him anything he wanted anyway, sooner or later, so she had nothing to bargain with. It made her feel more keenly than ever that she was nothing but a female slave.

The doctor moved closer to her, thinking that she had cried herself out, but she hadn’t. The moment Felicia felt his hands on her she screamed and bucked, straining to pull her legs together even though she knew she couldn’t. The doctor stepped back, frowning.

“This is going to take forever,” he complained. “Stupid bitch! Why can’t you just let me do my job here?”

Felicia raised her head and snarled at him, a wild madness in her eyes. Even though she was securely strapped down, the doctor backed up a step.

“I suppose we must do something,” the sheik said calmly. “I do not have so much time to waste, and she is frightening little Feyna here.” He indicated the slender young brown-skinned girl who crouched, naked and wide-eyed, at his feet. There was a metal collar secured around her slender neck. A light chain was attached to it, and sheik Ismail held the free end securely. It was a pleasant thing to have the beloved youngest daughter of your enemy a naked slave at your feet. She had been submissive but almost inert in bed so far. He had thought that showing her how other slaves were treated here might make her more willing to participate, but so far all that it had done was scare her almost witless. Well, she might well be more pliable and willing to learn after this, but he had not thought that his sweet, submissive blonde slut would make such a display of herself when the time came. She was still struggling, still trying to pull herself free, her bosom heaving as she gasped for air. That was a stimulating sight, as was the way the muscles stood out in her long, shapely legs. But it was not helpful, and he did not want to be here all day until she finally gave in from sheer exhaustion. He looked down at Feyna and jiggled her chain leash so that she would look back up at him. Her expression was still one of horror, but he rather liked to look at her small, delicate, conical breasts. She had very dark nipples. Silver rings would look quite pleasing through them. But those could wait.