Heather (17 page)

He frowned, “Try, little bitch, try!” he shouted. Awkwardly, Heather did a few steps. “Spin,” he yelled, “so I can see your ass and cunny!” Holding her arms out, she turned as rapidly as she could causing the skirt to flair. “Stand still but keep tapping and bend over to show me your ass.” She did as he’d demanded. “Now, reach back and part your cheeks. I want to see your little bung hole.” Continuing to tap she pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Ahh, yes, just as I thought, rosy and tight. For my enjoyment my two girlies lick each other’s sweet shit holes. Would you like to lick theirs?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And push your tongue in to taste them there?”

“I would, Master.”

“They will welcome you. A new playmate and an American. One of my girlies is from Puerto Rico and the other is a very black girlie from somewhere in North Africa.” He leaned forward smiling at her attempts to dance. “If you are sold to me I’ll arrange for you to take tap dancing lessons. One of my girlies plays the piano and the other is an excellent drummer. The three of you can put on little musical shows for me and my friends, before you eat each other’s cunnies.”

After a few moments, he said, “You can stop tapping now. Come over here and sit on my lap. I want to tell you what your life will be like if I’m able to buy you.” Reluctantly she sat across his thighs, noticing that he had almost no cock, just a fat white sausage shaped penis no longer than his big toe. He put his arm around her waist pulling her close to him. He smelled strongly of sweat and garlic and whiskey. “Do you want to show your Daddy your titties?” She nodded. Quickly he yanked on her pigtails jerking her head back sharply.

He leaned over her face, “You answer Daddy when he asks you a question. You never ever just nod your head. Now, say it, say what you want Daddy to do.” He let go.

It took a moment before she could speak, “Please...Daddy, please let me show you my titties,” she said.

“That’s better. So?”

Slowly she began to unbutton the sweater until both breasts were exposed. Cautiously, she took his left hand and placed it on her breast. He pinched her rouged nipple, “Your nipples are hard. That must mean Daddy is making you excited, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy. I-I...think I’m wet, too. I mean my cunny is wet.”

He looked at her for several minutes until she bowed her head. “I think you will be easy to train. If I’m fortunate enough to buy you your training will take only about three months. It’s a program of drugs and hypnosis and exercises that lead you back to your early teen years, let’s say about thirteen for you. At the end of the program that’s how you will see yourself, as thirteen and you will see me as your Daddy. Your only ambition in life will be to amuse and please your Daddy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master...I mean...yes, Daddy, I understand.”

“Would you like to become one of my girlies?”

“Yes, Daddy, I would very much like that.”

“You should know I don’t fuck my girlies. They pleasure me by performing for me and my friends and by licking my testicles and sucking my penis.”

“Would you like to lick my testicles now and suck my penis till I cum in your pretty mouth?”

She slid off his lap and kneeled before him. His tiny fat white prick was limp. She looked up at him, “Please, Daddy, let me lick and suck.” He smiled and nodded. She lifted his prick with two fingers and bent down to lick the sweat from his sagging ball sack. When she felt his cock begin to stiffen she took it into her mouth. She had no trouble holding the entire length of it in her mouth while her nose was buried in this curly crotch hair. He made her suck for a long time before grunting and squirting small spurts of watery urine tasting cum into her mouth. She swallowed and looked up at him, her lips wet and glistening.

He patted her on the head. “I must say you suck cock even better than my girlies and they are experts. As I said, I do not fuck my girlies but that doesn’t mean they don’t get fucked. My friends fuck them. Occasionally, I give them to my ten guards for a night. The girlies are exhausted and rather bruised in the morning, but they get very well fucked.” He paused and studied her, “I want you to join us. You want to be a member of our little family? You want to be thirteen again? Would you like that? Would you like to be thirteen? Would you like to please your sisters with your hot little tongue? Would you like to be fucked by ten big rough guards? Would you like to suck your Daddy’s penis every night before you sleep?”

What he’d described was a horror story, but Heather remembered Shuka. She rose from her knees to put her arms around his neck and parting her lips kissed him. When she drew back she looked into his eyes, “Oh yes, Daddy, I would love all that you mentioned. I’m sure my training would be quick because I’d like to be a little girl for you. I know I would come to love my sisters and want to pleasure them. Each day I’d look forward to the evening when I could make love to your penis and drink your cum.”

He nodded smiling, “I will do my best to outbid the others, but they are very rich and determined men.” He took her hand and led her to the bed. “Get naked,” he said. By the time she had slipped out of her clothes and taken off the tap shoes, he was snoring. She climbed in beside him. Once, during the night, he awoke and required her to suck him off again but fell asleep as soon as he’d shot another small thin stream of cum into her mouth.

In the morning, while he continued to snore, Carmella came for her. “Tonight you go to the Afghani, Rashid.” she said.

“He’s the one who has a stable of what he calls “pony girls”?

“Yes, like Aleem he has developed a strenuous training program that lasts about six months. The girls are trained to pull pony carts and taken to the homes of men like Rashid to race.”

“Does he...does he...use his pony girls for his own pleasure?”

“Not often. When he does he just fucks their ass. He believes a woman’s cunt is always filthy and infected with disease, especially the cunts of white women.”

Heather smiled, “But their asses are cleaner?” Carmella shrugged.” Heather was permitted to sleep for several hours before showering. Madam Celia, Carmella, and the girl, Anita, began to prepare Heather in the early evening. Laid out on the bed were a bridle and bit, reins, straps to bind her breasts, thick soled leather boots,” blinders, a head band with a colorful feather sticking up from it, and a black dildo with a flowing pony tail attached to it. After they had made up her face and brushed her hair, the bridle was strapped to her head, the reins knotted at the back of her neck and hanging down to her ass crack. “Bend over,” Madam Celia ordered, “Anita is going to lube your asshole so we can insert the pony tail.” Heather felt the lubricant squirt into her anal passage followed by the thick black dildo. While Madam Celia pulled the bridle straps tighter, Carmella fitted the bit into her mouth. The three women stepped back and nodded. “Yes, she would make a fine pony girl,” Madam Celia said.

They led her to Rashid’s quarters. Like Aleem he sat in a wing back chair facing her. She took three steps into the room and heard the door close behind her. Rashid observed her closely for several minutes. “I understand you are athletic, that you are strong and can run long distances?” Heather nodded her head ‘yes’. “You have a good body. I noticed how firm it is while you were whipped the other night.” Heather felt herself blushing at the compliment. “Have they explained to you what your life will be like as a pony girl?”

Heather nodded slightly. “I’m sure they didn’t explain fully.” He crooked a finger at her.

She started toward him. He held up his hand. “Ponies lift their legs high with each step. They arch their back, head up, eyes looking forward. They thrust their breasts forward. They take great pride in the way they move.”

Heather tried again, lifting her legs as high as she could, arching her back, looking steadily at him. “That’s better,” he said. “You should know that after their training, my pony girls think of themselves as ponies. Their only desire is to win races for me. They live in barn stalls and eat and drink from a trough. The servants and stable hands can have them whenever they wish. They can have them however they wish: their mouths, their cunts, their assholes.”“ He reached beside him and picked up a short riding crop. “Turn around and present,” he said. Heather turned her back to him and bent over. “You will become well acquainted with the whip and, in time, will welcome it.” He raised the crop and brought it down hard on one of her ass cheeks. She flinched but made no sound. He struck the other ass cheek. Then, alternating the strokes he counted off ten. They left angry red welts, but she remained silent. “Good,” he said. “Turn around and stand up.”

When she did, she saw that he’d opened his robe. His long thing dark uncircumcised cock stuck straight out. She glanced at it but then looked back up at his sneering face. He smiled slightly, “So, American white bitch, would you like to become one of my pony girls?” She grunted and nodded her head rapidly. “You will train hard and win races for me?” Again she nodded. He motioned her to him and indicated she should lean down. Deftly he removed the bit from her mouth. “Let me hear you say it,” he said.

Heather’s mouth had filled with saliva. She swallowed quickly. “Yes, Master Rashid, I would very much like to become a pony girl, a member of your stable. I promise I will train very hard and do my best to win races for you and make you proud of me.”

“Well, I’m bidding against some very rich men, but I will offer as much as I can to buy you.”

She glanced at his hard cock again and licked her lips, “Would you like me to...”

He cut her off, “Your ass,” he said. Obediently she turned around and bent over.

He moved the dildo in and out a few times. She tried to suppress a moan but couldn’t.

“You like your ass fucked?”

“Yes, Master. I do.”

He slid the dildo out and rammed his stiff cock into her anal passage. She grunted, then began to move back against him, matching his rhythm. He grabbed her ass cheeks. She could feel his long pointed fingernails dig into her. Within three minutes he cried out and pumped his cum into her. “Yes,” he said, “just as I thought very tight and very hot. Arab men will enjoy abusing such a fine American ass.” He rang for Madam Celia who must have been standing right outside the door. She appeared immediately and taking the reins, led Heather out of the room.

Heather remembered to lift her legs high and arch her back. It had been only little more than an hour since she’d left her quarters and she was back. “That was quick,” she said, as Carmella helped her out of the pony dressage. Heather sat down as Carmella tugged at the heavy leather boots. “So far, it seems these men aren’t much interested in normal sex or any sex at all.”

Madam Celia nodded, “They see the slaves they buy as objects, to be used and displayed. You’ll find Satomi and Shuka are the same.”

“The slaves are dehumanized then?”

“Yes, of course. All four of these men have developed complicated training programs to do exactly that, dehumanize their slaves. Unfortunately, their programs are successful.” She paused, “Thank God General Cruiz does not believe in such things. He prefers his women to be who they are, beautiful and exciting women.”

“Tomorrow night I’m to be sent to the Japanese, Mr. Satomi?”

“Yes,” Madam Celia said, “he is your best chance to escape being sold to Shuka. He is as rich or even richer than Shuka. He can outbid him if he wants you enough.”

For her meeting with Mr. Satomi she wore a pale blue floor length negligee that tied at the waist. Her make up meticulous, her feet bare. His quarters were much larger and more exquisitely furnished than the others. He sat in a hard back chair that faced the center of the room where there had been erected a wooden platform above which hung a sort of rope sling. Satomi was dressed completely in black; black suit, black shirt, black shoes. His face was partly hidden by dark tinted sunglasses. She could not see his eyes. His face was lean, high cheekbones, thin lips, black hair slicked back. He was very thin, and not very tall around five-eight she thought. She sensed there were others in the room behind an ornate folding screen. Submissively she stood, head bowed, before Satomi awaiting his orders.

He pointed at the ribbon that tied at her waist. She undid it letting the negligee part. He jerked his head up and to the side. She took this to mean that he wanted her to remove the negligee. She lifted it away from her shoulders and let it fall at her feet. She felt his eyes burning into her. She blushed as her nipples stiffened. She could feel her pussy moisten. In his hand he held a remote. He tapped it once. Two much older Japanese men dressed in black robes came out from behind the screen each carrying a bundle of rough hemp rope.

They led Heather to the platform. Her breasts were circled with ropes which then circled her waist and met at her back where they bound her arms at the wrists and above her elbows. An overhead rope was tied to the back of her waist and pulled until her ass was lifted about two feet from the floor. Then her legs were bent and her calves tied tightly to her thighs. Two more ropes dropped from overhead. These were attached to the ropes that circled her thighs pulling them apart to completely expose her pussy.

The rough hemp cut into her. She was sure the bonds would cut off her circulation but the tying was so expert that she experienced no numbness. She faced Satomi, her legs spread. She knew he could see that her exposed pussy glistened with her secretions. Satomi touched his remote again. From behind the screen appeared the beautiful young blonde American girl he’d brought with him. Heather remembered that she’d once been a novitiate. Satomi managed to get to her through her sister who had undergone his training but somehow had escaped him. The girl’s name she recalled was Mary Margaret. She was stunningly beautiful, rather thin, long wavy blonde hair falling down her back to her waist, startling bright blue eyes, a look and demeanor of pure innocence.

It was impossible to believe she was devoted to the dark expressionless Japanese.

She was completely naked; her small breasts tipped with pink pointed nipples, her face angelic, very little subdued makeup, the nails of her tiny hands and feet unpainted. Her pussy hairless. Without looking at Satomi, she moved quickly to kneel before Heather’s spread legs. “Would you like me to lick your cunt?” she asked in a soft whispery voice. Without waiting for an answer she leaned forward and flicked the tip of her pointed tongue at Heather’s clit. It was like an electric shock. Heather gasped and jerked involuntarily. The girl smiled. Again she touched Heather’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Again and again, for ten minutes she teased Heather in this way, each time bringing a cry from Heather and an attempt to push her open pussy toward the girl.