Felicia (6 page)

“A virgin is like a bird raised in captivity,” the sheik went on. “It has never known anything but bars and cages, so it knows no better than to accept them. It is better to capture a wild one, and take pleasure in taming it, breaking it to your will. That is more of a challenge, but it is also more rewarding. What is the bitch’s name again?”

“Felicia,” Lafite answered. “Would you care to know her last name, lord?”

“No,” Ismail shook his head. “She will not be using it anymore, and I am not curious to know it. As far as I am concerned, her old life is ended. She must begin a new one here, under my control. I had thought to give her a new name for her new life, but I like the sound of her old one. My thanks for your efforts in bringing her to me, Lafite. When you are ready to leave, you will receive your payment, plus a small gift from me, in appreciation.”

“You are too generous, lord,” Lafite bowed his head. “Should you ever desire my services again you have but to call on me.”

“Yes, I am quite aware of that,” Ismail smiled. “It seems that whenever I call upon you we both get what we most desire. I am looking forward to teaching this Felicia.”

A servant came into the room, bowing and scraping.

“What is it?” Ismail asked.

“Your pardon, lord, but Selim has sent word that the woman is prepared and awaiting your pleasure.”

“So it begins,” Ismail smiled. “I am afraid I must leave you now, Lafite.”

“I understand, lord,” Lafite smiled back. “Do not let me detain you. I must leave soon in any case.”

Ismail turned back to the servant. “Tell Selim that I am coming,” he said. “He knows what to do.”

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Felicia walked along behind the bulky man. She had no choice. There was an iron collar, cold and heavy, locked around her neck. There was a length of chain, made of heavy black links, attached to the collar and the man held the free end of it as he led her along. There was a hard rubber bit in her mouth, held tightly in place by a strap. Her wrists were fettered behind her back in iron manacles, and she was still naked. The man had not given her quite enough time to finish combing and drying her hair. She knew that she was being led to her rape, but she no longer had any hope at all of avoiding it. She would just have to endure it and hope that it did not hurt too much. She didn’t want to think beyond that. She couldn’t bring herself to think beyond that. She did take some small comfort in how much care they had taken of her so far. The bulky man had even given her a little fresh fruit to eat after she had gotten out of the bath.

She was paying no attention to her surroundings… what did they matter? But when the bulky man opened a set of carved wooden double doors and led her through them, she had to catch her breath. The room was huge, maybe twenty feet wide and twice that long. The side walls were made of high, fluted columns that supported the roof, with stained glass partitions between them that let in light but did not allow anyone to see in or out. For a moment she was reminded of a great cathedral, but then she saw the scenes depicted on the stained glass. They were all sexual in nature, all quite graphic, many obscene, and one or two appalling to her eyes. The roof was high overhead, hung with chandeliers. She stood open-mouthed, staring, as the bulky man shut the doors behind them. There were low couches, set apparently at random within the room, colorful cushions on those couches and spread out on the floor, which was so completely covered with thick woven carpets of bright and intricate designs that she could not tell if they lay on wood or stone. And there were other women in there. She thought that there were twenty or more of them at first, but at second glance she saw that there could not be more than ten or twelve. Most of them were dark-skinned, with African features. There were a few with lighter skin, tan or light brown, and sharper features. All were clad identically in nothing more than belts of fine golden chain around their waists. Long, white loincloths hung from those chains both in front and in back. Other than those brief garments, they were all naked. Felicia could see that they were all also young and beautiful, in their own varied ways. She did not see another white woman in the place.

The bulky man led her over to a low, round wooden platform sitting near the doors. Felicia was completely bewildered by now. The big room full of half-naked women reminded her of a harem, but they didn’t have harems anywhere any more, did they? The bulky man said something and gave Felicia’s chain a quick jerk. She thought that it might be some sort of command to her at first, but she saw that he wasn’t looking at her when he said it. One of the women picked up a cushion and hurried forward with it. She was tall, slim and long-legged. Felicia had seen movies and documentaries. The woman looked as if she had come from the Horn of Africa. She did not look at Felicia as she put the cushion on the platform, bowed low, and backed away.

The bulky man made Felicia get up onto the platform and kneel on the cushion. She knew that something was coming, but she had no idea what. The platform was only about a foot and a half high. What were they planning? If she had been made to kneel on the floor she would have expected them to want oral sex, but there were only women in the room, aside from the bulky man, and the platform had her at entirely the wrong height for that, even if she didn’t have the bit wedged between her teeth.

The bulky man barked out another order. Some of the women came forward slowly, smiling nastily at Felicia. The bulky man tightened his grip on her neck chain. The next thing Felicia knew, there were women’s hands caressing her naked flesh and women’s mouths and tongues sucking and teasing at her nipples. She made a noise of complaint and tried to pull away. It didn’t work. More women came forward now, running their fingers over Felicia’s breasts and thighs and belly and ass. They knew where all the most sensitive spots were, and exactly what to do to them.

Felicia’s confusion grew. Of all the things she’d been fearing, this mass groping by other young women wasn’t even on the list. She felt a bit of relief at first until she realized that they were trying to get her aroused, and beginning to succeed. She could feel fingers fluttering between her legs, tickling and teasing. Someone thrust s finger up inside of her to gauge how wet she was. She tried to turn her head to see who was doing that, but the woman who had brought the cushion seized her head in her hands and kissed her, trying to worm her tongue into Felicia’s mouth in spite of the gag. Felicia squealed in protest. Everyone ignored her, but she heard some of the women giggle. There were hands and mouths on almost every available part of her body, slowly, expertly getting her aroused in spite of everything. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to just let it happen.

“She responds quite promisingly, doesn’t she, Selim?” The voice came from somewhere behind her. Felicia recognized the voice of the head man. She had all but forgotten that the bulky man – that must be ‘Selim’ – was there holding her chain. Now she remembered that she’d had a male audience all along, and now there were more of them. How many more? She tried to turn her head to see, but the woman kissing her was much, much stronger than her slender build suggested. She held Felicia fast, her tongue still probing Felicia’s lips and as much of her mouth as she could reach. Her eyes, when Felicia could focus on them, were full of wicked amusement.

“Is she ready?” the head man asked, in English. Felicia knew that he’d done that so that she would understand.

She heard one of the women answer, in a lilting British accent, “She is, lord.”

The head man said something else that Felicia couldn’t understand and the women began bending her over on the platform until her head was resting on the cushion. She got one quick look back between her legs before the cushion cut off her view. She could see the head man standing behind her. He had changed his suit for a loose robe that now hung open. She could see the back of a woman’s head at the level of his groin and knew what the woman must be doing. So it was going to be rape after all. At least they had taken the time to ready her for it. She closed her eyes and braced herself.

Ismail motioned the woman servicing him away and stepped up behind the blonde. She appeared to be aroused enough not to try to protect her vulnerable pussy with her hands, not even when some of his harem pulled her thighs a little further apart. She certainly appeared to be ready. Her pussy was wet and glistening. He caught a faint whiff of her, and the odor smelled sweet. He put his hands on her hips. She made one feeble attempt to struggle, but his harem held her in place and she quickly gave up. As he moved his cock closer to her, one of his harem favorites, Neha, reached up to gently take it in one slim-fingered hand and guide it towards the blonde’s pussy. She held it lightly until he had penetrated the blonde deeply and then let go.

Felicia felt a big, hard cock sliding into her and she moaned. It was more a sound of despair than of passion, just as this was more an act of rape than of sex. She felt the man penetrating her deeper and deeper until his hips came up hard against her upturned ass.

“She is very tight,” she heard the head man say. Then she heard a woman’s voice quickly speak three distinct sentences, all in different languages from the sound of them, and all of the women erupted in laughs or giggles, though none of them relaxed their grip on her body in the least. She wasn’t even trying to fight them now anyway. She’d concluded that it wouldn’t do her any good at all. When the head man began fucking her, hard and fast, she turned her head so that she could at least look away and try to pretend that it was all happening to someone else. But one of the women came and knelt down in front of her. She brushed the hair out of Felicia’s face and looked into her eyes with what seemed like sympathy.

That, finally, was too much. Felicia burst into tears, sobbing hopelessly through the gag as the rape went on.

Ismail heard the blonde start crying. He slapped her ass hard enough to make it sting, and that seemed to open her floodgates. She went from sobs to shrieks and wails, but she was no longer trying to pull free. He smiled, tightened his grip on her, and began to pound her as hard as he could. He didn’t care if she came or not. He didn’t even care if she found any of this enjoyable in the least. This little ritual was to establish his possession of her, and his right to do anything he wanted to her. It would take her some time to learn all this, but time was something he had in great quantities here: Time, and skill, and ruthlessness. Soon enough she would crawl naked on her hands and knees to him, begging most humbly to serve him in any way he desired. He slapped her ass again and kept on fucking her. She really was tight, and pleasurably so. He would come soon, marking this young blonde bitch as his property. Every one of the lovely young women here in his harem had undergone the same initiation.

Felicia heard the man raping her groan and felt his thrusts grow even more rough and vigorous. She couldn’t stop her tears or her sobbing. And then she felt him stop abruptly, his cock deep inside of her, and make a strange, deep growling noise over and over as he came. She just wanted it to be over now. He slapped her ass twice, very hard, before pulling out, making her jerk and twitch in the hands of the other women who had all seen her debasement, and had even helped to make it possible. She hated them all. She wished them all horrible, painful, lingering deaths.

Ismail smiled as he pulled out of the blonde bitch and gestured for Serai to clean his cock. That wasn’t the supple black woman’s original name. It had been too hard to pronounce, so he had given her a new one. She answered promptly to it now, dropping to her knees in front of him and taking his cock in her talented mouth. He stroked the short, tight curls on her head until she had finished, then closed his robe and turned to leave, signaling for Selim to follow him. His harem could take care of the blonde slut until it was time for the next part of her training. None of them would dare to tell her what was in store for her. They all knew better than to do that.

Chapter Six

The blonde slut would soon receive her next lesson. Ismail had donned his desert robes for the event and personally selected those of his men who would be permitted to watch it. One of them was Assam, the spy who had first told him of the girl and her attributes. As a reward for his faithful service, Assam would be allowed to do more than simply watch. Ismail thought that he would enjoy that boon very much.

To fully break a girl into an obedient slave required much training, discipline, pain and humiliation. She must have it driven home to her that she was no more than a body, a piece of delectable meat, and that her very existence depended on her learning how to please her master. Ismail had given the matter much thought, and had come to the conclusion that no one man could provide what was necessary for that training unless he devoted every waking moment to the matter. He did not have the time for that. As sheik, he had many other duties which could not be put off while he played with his new toy. And even if he had, there was too great a risk that he would become jaded and finally indifferent to the woman, no matter how beautiful she was. It could even happen with the blonde slut. At the moment it was difficult to imagine how that was possible. The memory of the round fullness of her hips as she knelt on the platform, the softness of her skin and the delightful tightness of her cunt as he had taken her before all the other inmates of his harem was still wonderfully fresh in his mind. Just that memory aroused him so powerfully that he wanted to slake his lusts on her again and again. But, if he gave in to that impulse, the slut would come to think that she was somehow important to him, and that would not do. Yet she still needed to be broken and trained.

A captive woman was his property, to do with as he willed. If he chose to give her body to other men, he could do so. But if the woman was a member of his harem, he would diminish the value and uniqueness of his harem by doing so. His solution to that problem was simple. Until she had been properly trained, a woman was not truly a part of his harem, but merely property. Thus he could offer her body to other men without diminishing his status as sheik in the least. For much the same reason, he would always be the first to use that property. It marked her as his, to do with as he pleased. He had already used the slut’s cunt, so he could freely offer it to other men, and thus further her training. He would do the same with her ass and her mouth when the time came, and always in the privacy of his harem. It would not do for a sheik to be seen rutting like an animal in front of his men.