Their Lives as Harem Slaves (13 page)

It was a fancy chair that did not fit the décor of the drab dungeon, but Samihah thought her Master looked splendid in it. She smiled at him after he sat down, and said, “Thank you Master, she will pay the price you demand.”

She walked to the bench, ignoring Nashita, not willing to speak to the woman who stole the only private thing she owned, a moment with her Master! She found several things that seemed appropriate for punishing such an offense, and unlike when she assigned punishments to other harem slaves, this time she let her emotions influence her decisions. Until now, whenever she punished a slave, it was because it was required of her, now it was because she wanted to do it!

She returned to her ex-sister and laid several items on the floor and then went to work. First she moved her ankles so they were lifted up and back, secured to the ends of the metal bar near the uprights. This splayed her thighs wide, tilting her pussy and ass upward, making them blatantly accessible. She picked up her first torture implement after Nashita was repositioned and noticed the fear in her captive’s eyes when she saw it.

It was an ancient device of torment Nashita had seen before, but never seen used on a woman. The Vaginal Pear was such a deviant and atrocious tool of torture Nashita broke out into tears at the sight of it. She now knew that Samihah was intent on true revenge, never would she have picked that device if she were not irate. The Sheik even raised an eyebrow when he saw her select it. Samihah rubbed the bronze head of the Pear against her gaping sex; the pointed end raking against her already bruised sex.

The Pear looked like a metal butt plug, only more elongated where it widened and with the pointed side at the top. A screw mounted to the bottom of the Pear would be turned and it would open it into three sections. The original pointed ends were designed to tear the cervix open when fully inserted and expanded inside a vaginal canal, but the Sheik modified the ones he had to be dull enough to just stretch the tiny opening to the womb, not destroy it.

Without a word, or even a glance at her betrayers face, Samihah slowly twisted the device into Nashita’s sex. She made noises of pain and discomfort, which delighted Samihah, but she could not wait to hear her wail as the Pear stretched her pussy wide. Once inserted fully, she twisted and jabbed it into Nashita several times, banging the end against her womb, evoking gasps and squeals from the violated slave.

“Now slave, beg your Mistress to open the Pear to punish you properly!” Samihah suddenly barked.

Nashita replied, “Please Mistress…open the…Pear…in my pussy!” her voice shaky and filled with fear.

Samihah twisted her nipples and screamed at her, “You forget even how to speak like a slave, now beg properly bitch!”

Nashita hissed from the pain erupting from her aching nipples, and she cried out, “Please Mistress! Open the Pear in this useless slave’s cunt!”

“Better,” she said, as she moved her hands back to the Pear and started twisting it open inside her victim. After the first full turn of the device Nashita held her tongue, only grunting as she felt her pussy stretched and the mouth of her cervix pried open inside her. But as the second full turn neared completion she lost it, a wail of excruciating agony ripping through the room. This did not deter Samihah, who continued until a third turn was made and she heard a clap from behind her.

She looked towards the sound to see the Sheik signal that it was enough. Nashita continue to wail and cry, feeling like she was impaled on a spike prying her body apart from inside her. She could not even focus her eyes enough to see Samihah don a dildo harness that sported a long, thick, and studded dildo. Once she had attached it to her crotch, she stepped forward and prodded it against Nashita’s available anal opening.

Nashita’s eyes went wide as the head pried open her tight sphincter, and Samihah said, “Now this slave is going to ream your ass slut, she hopes you remember how you violated her when your ass if filled!” then she drove the dildo into her.

Nashita wailed when the fake cock drove deep into her bowels. With her pussy stretched painfully by the Pear, the added intrusion only escalated her anguish. Samihah started to fuck her harshly, slamming the dildo in and out of her ass, and Nashita’s mind fogged from the sheer pain stabbing into her. For nearly half an hour Samihah ravaged her captive’s asshole, until finally poor Nashita passed out from the agony that infused every part of her bound body.

It was then that the Sheik rose up from his chair and strode over to Samihah to place his hands on her shoulders and say, “Enough my child.” He pulled her backward and that action withdrew the dildo from Nashita’s now bloody rectum.

He turned Samihah around and said, “You will have ample time to subjugate her once Master Ichiro modifies her for her new roll. Now come with me and I will give you the discipline you need to regain your senses. You are caught in the grip of vengeful thoughts and you need to regain your composure. Now remove the harness and follow me.”

“Yes Master,” she replied, as she began to remove the device strapped to her. His voice calmed her anger and she realized, as she looked at the unconscious Nashita, that maybe she went too far. Her sadistic attack was not like her at all, it was just the reaction to Nashita’s betrayal.

As he led her back to his quarters he told his slave that she was officially the harem Mistress now, a thought that had not yet occurred to her. But he tempered this by telling her she could choose two experienced harem slaves to assist her in her duties, and the daunting aspect of her full responsibility then seemed manageable.

Good to his word he gave her a harsh session, purging the blood lust that consumed her and returning her to the slave state of mind where she belonged. As she cried out in pain and pleasure under his dominant hand, Samihah found her true self again, merely surprised by this turn of events, and no longer consumed by the hatred Nashita provoked earlier.

He allowed her to lie beside him unfettered that night, while he told her of his plans for her. She slept peacefully beside him that night, knowing she had become his most trusted slave, a role Nashita used to have. She almost felt sorry for the poor slave she had abused earlier, but she knew too that she had brought in on herself by her aberrant behavior. As she drifted off she thought about how the Sheik would reveal the new order the next night, hoping the slaves would accept their new Mistress with little trouble.

The next day word spread among the slaves that something was afoot, but what it was no one was sure. They were simply informed that a special congregation of the slaves was scheduled for that evening, something that occurred infrequently. The last time there was such an assembly it heralded the arrival of Samihah and her daughters, a planned event. The fact that schedules were being modified at the last minute sent rumors spreading, as that was even less common since the harem always ran on a set schedule.

Late in the afternoon Samihah went with the Sheik to Master Ichiro’s chambers to inspect Nashita’s new adornments. They found him finishing up on her with her strapped face down to a metal table. Her body had been painted in orange and black tiger stripes, not permanent tattooing like usual, but merely henna based tattoos that could eventually be removed. When Samihah first saw her ex-sister slave she gasped at the sight of her shaven head, all her fiery red hair shorn away and replaced with the bright tiger stripes.

“Will she be ready in time?” the Sheik asked Master Ichiro.

“Yes my Sheik, I am almost done and her tail should be ready soon,” replied Master Ichiro, as he stepped back from his latest work.

They could see her entire body was covered by the stripes, making her look like a human cat stretched flat over the tabletop. He began to remove the narrow metal cuffs that held her ankles and wrists to the corners of the table. When she was freed he ordered her to roll over, and the balance of her body was revealed. The stripes covered every part of her body except from her breasts down to her sex, making her look very feline.

Her face was fully painted like a tiger, even the tip of her nose blackened to highlight her new animal appearance. But when Samihah looked into her eyes she was truly amazed, since she wore contacts that gave her the slit-like pupils of a cat, her face barely recognizable under the complete artistry of Master Ichiro. Adorned that way Samihah could not see into Nashita’s eyes as she normally would, unable to discern the severely modified slave’s mental status. She looked eerily emotionless with those strange eyes.

“Legs up and spread slave, “ Master Ichiro said, and Nashita parted her thighs and lift them up to expose her sex. Four infibulation rings sealed her pussy shut, piercing both sets of her outer labia together, making her pussy inaccessible. For now her anus was available, but soon her tail would arrive and that opening would be sealed too. Nashita’s transformation was nearly complete and the Sheik handed Samihah a box to add to Nashita’s adornments.

Inside she found a spiked collar along with wrist and ankle cuffs, all made of black metal to blend with her body coloring. They were custom made and when Samihah wrapped the collar about Nashita’s throat it fit perfectly. The same was the case with the dark shackles when they were put on her limbs. Finally she attached a chain to her collar, a stout leash for a tigress like the new Nashita.

Just as Samihah finished with her task a slave entered the room carrying her newly formed tail, fashioned from Nashita’s own fiery red hair. She started toward Master Ichiro but he pointed to Samihah and the slave took it to her instead. She presented it to her and Samihah marveled at its beauty and the strange part that would reside in Nashita’s bumhole. It was a smaller version of the pear she used on her the night before; just big enough to make sure her bowels were firmly imprisoned. As Samihah roughly forced it into her new pet’s sphincter, Nashita could not help the grunt forced from her.

Nashita’s mind was splintered her world shattered and her misery utterly complete now. She knew she was to be paraded in front of the harem to be mocked, ridiculed, and likely tortured. As Samihah twisted the anal Pear into her rectal walls, she mewled like a cat in heat, the pain worse than normal thanks to the way Samihah ravaged it the last night. Thankfully Samihah only turned it twice, no longer feeling the need to antagonize Nashita.

Nashita with her mind teetering on the brink of insanity, so consumed by pain and guilt, struggled to endure her torments. Her vision was skewed by the strange contact lenses making her grip on reality even more tenuous. It reminded her of when she first became a slave and she had forgotten how arduous it had been. She had caught the eye of the Sheik after a long tenure in his harem, earning enough favor to become an apprentice to his last harem Mistress.

She served as her sister slave until one day that one too fell from the Sheik’s favor and she assumed her role. Now it was happening again, and for a similar reason. Nashita had lost her connection to her true Master. After Samihah arrived she distracted him, and Nashita did nothing to regain his attention. She could have, she knew that now, but it was too late. Though her Sheik had told her that he made a mistake, she knew it was she who had erred. Samihah had provoked him to punish her just once, enough for him to discover her need, and Nashita knew she could have done that too. Now all she hoped for was regaining a fraction of the trust he once had in her.

Once the tail plug was in place Samihah pulled her leash and said, “Time to go for a walk bitch.”

Nashita slipped from the table and landed on her hands and knees, just beside her Mistress. With a tug Samihah walked her about the room, Nashita crawling seductively behind her. She wiggled her rump enticingly, even though both her lower holes were unavailable now. Finally Samihah came to a halt by the door, with Nashita’s head by her knees.

Sheik Omar said, “Excellent work once again Master Ichiro, I will see you this evening.”

“As you wish your Excellency,” he replied.

The Sheik departed with Samihah and her pet, taking them to his quarters. He was keeping them out of sight until he announced them to the whole harem that evening. He had a special cage ready for Nashita in his room, so small she had to squeeze into it backwards. She remained there watching Samihah please their Master, wishing she had done things differently. She knew that to purge her guilt she would have to return to the way she was when she first came here, a slave willing to do whatever her owner wished. No desire for the power she once had remained, it had been her undoing.

That night, with the entire harem assembled in the same room that Samihah and her daughters were introduced to this place, the Sheik stood before his slaves. His voice was loud and clear when he said, “There are times when change is needed and this is one of those times. For months slave Samihah has served as our second harem Mistress, learning from Mistress Nashita. She has excelled in her role and tonight she assumes the role of full harem Mistress. As a gift for her promotion I have given her a pet, Samihah join us,” he then gestured to the curtain behind her.

Samihah appeared with her pet following at the end of her leash. They walked to the side of the Sheik and stood next to him. Then he said, “Her new pet is tigress Nashita, who has been reduced to this role because of her admitted betrayal of my trust. It is a lesson for all here, you serve at my pleasure, not yours. Now every slave here will crawl to your new Mistress and swear your loyalty to her.”

Samihah led Nashita to the edge of the platform and had her position her body in profile to the assembled slaves. She then sat on her back facing the harem, pointing to the first slave at the front of the group. She crawled to her Mistress’s feet and bowed her head down to kiss them.

“Kneel and face me to swear your allegiance slave,” Samihah said.

The slave looked up at her and said, “I swear allegiance to my Mistress.”

“You may rise and return to your duties child,” she replied, and then she pointed to the next slave. She repeated this process with every slave in the room, Jada and Jadwa included. Six slaves, who she knew were too loyal to Nashita, were not granted permission to return to their duties. They were sent to the dungeon to purge them of past loyalties and remind them they served the Sheik and not the Mistress. She also singled out two slaves, both experienced and deeply submissive by nature, to serve as her new assistants.

Once the slaves had all sworn fealty to their new Mistress, Samihah simply returned to her duties. Once the Nashita loyalists had learned new loyalties the harem seemed hardly changed, the only exception was that it became Samihah’s responsibility in total. With her new assistants it actually ran even more efficiently than before, if that was possible.

After three months of loyal servitude as her pet Nashita was allowed to return as a functioning slave in the harem, though devoid of any power she once held. As a reward, Samihah booked her with a group of clients wanting a sadistic gangbang, and after months of abstinence Nashita was thoroughly used and began to remember what it was like to be a sex slave. Samihah kept her busy going forward, constantly reminding her of her absolute slavery in her Sheik’s harem.

Shortly after Samihah relinquished her pet, she was in the throes of a painful session with the Sheik. Bound into a fleshy X in a stout wooden frame and whipped to several intense orgasms. As she hung there covered by welts and dripping with sweat, she hoped he would let her bathe and take her to his bed. But he approached her after laying down his whip and held a small velvet box in front of her.

He said, “You once professed your love for me and since the have shown it to me with your absolute loyalty and devotion. I wish you to know that I have come to love you too and would like you to where these for my pleasure.” He opened the box to reveal two large gold rings. “I wish to ring your nipples slave, do you accept my love and my rings?”

She was in shock, blissfully so, and she cried out, “Yes Master! This slave loves you more than life and is honored to wear or do whatever pleases you!”

The rings were self-piercing and without another word he stretched out one of her nipples and pierced a ring through it. She had a climax when she felt it pierce her flesh and click together to become a part of her body. The second one had the same effect and once her rings were in place, her Master’s lips and penis took her just where she was bound. He took her like a Master, rough and yet passionate, fucking and kissing her deeply, melding their bodies into one. When she eventually felt him spill his seed deep inside her she felt utterly owned, her Master was all that mattered and she belonged to him. Her life was complete.