The old woman kneeled right in front of her. Anna gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and wished she would just faint. But she didn't. Next, she could feel a wet sensation right above her pubic cleft. Was it a disinfectant? She still didn't feel like looking down.

A shiver went through her body as she could feel the sharp blade being held against her skin. She bit her lips, held her breath and shut her eyes, preparing for extreme pain and mutilation...

The seasoned granny moved the blade, and sliced off... a couple of hairs of Anna's already sparse blonde bush.

The Russian released the air she had kept in, and laughed nervously. What a relief!

The old lady didn't seem to pay much attention to it all, and swiftly moved the blade through the shaving-cream she had rubbed into the girl's pubic hair. It clearly was a pretty standard job for her. In a matter of seconds, a nicely trimmed thin line was all that was left. It wonderfully integrated into the pattern of painted lines.

"Doesn't it look neat?"

Rashid had taken a mirror and was holding it in front of Anna's trimmed carpet, giving her the opportunity to take a good look. She seemed pretty indifferent about it. Her chest was still heaving from the strong emotions, and what counted to her was that all of her intimate anatomy was still THERE in the first place!

"As you can see, the road to the Harem Jewel is now paved, if you excuse me the expression," Rashid grinned. "It is time to introduce you to our local 'Lord of the Rings': Tarek. She's all yours, Tarek!" He stepped aside.

With hard-to-conceal enthusiasm and eagerness, the man in the white mantle now approached the tightly secured girl. Rashid nodded towards the two guards, signalling them to immediately take position on both sides of the Wheel and the big man.

Tarek (formerly known as 'Angus') was indeed big and rather rough looking. The reddish hairs of his untended beard gave away that he was not a local. His heavy accent wasn't even necessary to guess his Irish roots. Despite his shovels of hands, he had a real talent for finer handiwork. Which was exactly what brought him here and now, as a side activity to his horse training. As the trainer of the Prince's thoroughbreds, he was respected by everybody. He also had a bit of a 'reputation', though, after an incident a couple of years ago. One morning, guards had found him asleep in the room of one of the guests, between a bunch of emptied Whisky bottles (illegal in this place by themselves!). Apparently he had fucked a new inmate in her Wheel all night long, effectively spoiling her for further use by His Highness. No doubt this would have cost him his distinctive head, or at the very least his manhood, if Rashid hadn't covered him back then. In the end, consequences had been limited to a short but memorable whip session, and the requirement that he would never be left alone again with a guest. A compromise Tarek could live with. Yes, he -was- severely restricted in his actions towards all these fresh dollies ever since, but it remained a sweet job nevertheless! In any case, he knew he would never climb up to the rank of Rashid. He wasn't quite professional enough to suppress his instincts, let alone lead his own projects.

As his shadow approached her over the floor, Anna raised her head to face the next threat to her physical integrity... Tarek's distinct Western European looks, in some ways refreshing in this otherwise totally alien setting, did little to take away her discomfort.

"That panic in your lovely eyes is totally unnecessary, darling, " Tarek spoke. "It is not unwarranted arrogance when I tell you that you're in the hands of a very experienced craftsman. Apart from his horses, I also take care of His Highness' extensive tropical birds collection. I have ringed countless beauties before, and I don't think it makes much difference that you are not feathered hahaha..."

What did all this have to do with her? As usual, they talked in enigmas, Anna pondered.

"Does the lady already enhance her femininity with a jewel?" Tarek asked.

Anna already had a very unflattering idea of these men, but now she was genuinely surprised by the new level of stupidity she recognised. Around her neck was, plainly visible for everyone with at least one eye, her golden necklace with a delicate little heart-shaped jewel attached to it. She was also wearing two gold plated earrings in the shape of little horseshoes.

"Do you need GLASSES, or what?" she replied, nodding her head to point with her chin to the necklace. Why the hell was she answering a question anyway?? Maybe because it felt good to have her voice back, even just a weak version.

Tarek smiled; "An understandable misunderstanding; more precisely, I would like to be informed whether you already have any intimate piercings?"

The Russian was stunned...

"That is NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, assholes!" she screamed in anger and with more power in her voice again. Surprise, dismay and discomfort fought a battle inside her and fuelled her resistance. She was seething!!

"It was nice to meet you, but now turn around and get your sorry ass out of here. I have absolutely nothing to tell you, beardy!"

But under that facade of strength, her courage was blown to smithereens. Gone was the last hope to expect any decency from these madmen. Agony and contempt was clearly all they had to offer her. Where oh where had she earned this?

"Excellent, excellent, " Tarek hooked in. Anna's resistance didn't ruin the Irishman's temper. If anything, the irritating smile on his face got even wider.

"Well then; since the young lady refuses to disclose the necessary background information, the only alternative is that I disclose it myself and check *personally* whether there is still some manoeuvring space down there. Not that I mind, of course," he chuckled.

"You perverted ape! Keep your hands off me, shithead, or I'll make sure they're cut off once I get out of this. Then you can enjoy those great laws in this fucked-up country."

"Tsstsstssss," the red-bearded man mocked her with a soothing voice. "Surely you understand that we can't properly execute the task at hand based on guesswork alone? And even if you told me, I'd still have to take measurements anyway. No matter how you turn it, you'll have to play open house for Tarek."

He came a step closer still, and without much further ado clamped his right shovel between Anna's helplessly spread-eagled legs.

For a second, the Russian's voice faltered. Then she exploded in a vocal fragmentation bomb, foaming with rage.

"You ugly sand-scorpion... Hypocritical turban-terrorist! Don't you touch me like that!"

But her violator was not impressed, and thoroughly enjoyed these short seconds of close contact between his hand palm and the girl's warm treasures. While he kept his hand still, Anna did the rubbing herself by twisting in her bonds to escape from the unwelcome touch.

"Back off, filthy freckle face!"

With the two guards keeping a very close eye, Tarek quickly released his firm grip; giving Anna the illusion that her threats had made a difference.

The *real* reason was that the blacksmith was bound by very strict rules since the infamous incident; most certainly was he silently imagining licking out that tasty pussy pressing against his palpating fingers. Sure was he dying to extensively explore the athlete's exquisite love hole! But both liberties would no doubt cost him his head. In fact, ANY diversion from the strictly defined Decoration-storyboard could get him into serious trouble. And his subject's threats about the local laws would actually not be far off...

"Ah-ha," Tarek spoke while removing his hand again. "A quick check never fails to be useful. Already I can tell we won't find much historical remains in there. That's exactly how I like it: a clean sheet with all creative options still available."

"Stop it, you..you.. COCKROACH!" Anna's blood pressure was getting into dangerous areas now. But, as the near future would illustrate, by no means near its maximum.

"Time to find out what we have to deal with here, in more detail, " Tarek mumbled undisturbed. He crouched in front of her, his face just inches from her crotch, and proceeded to perform the Toe Spreader.

The 'Toe Spreader', short for 'camel toe spreader', was a diagnostics touch to accurately assess a girl's inner makeup. An essential part of the art of intimate piercings. As such, it was the only allowed technique to investigate a guest's private parts, and had to be kept to a minimum duration.

Tarek was very experienced at this. With a swiftness that indicated a lot of practice, he turned his left hand around, and with the hand palm resting upside-down against Anna's flat underbelly, he pressed index and middle finger powerfully into the cleft between her opened legs. One on both sides of her fat labia majora. Then he, equally forcefully, lifted his hand upwards.

"Ooouuch!!"

The Russian screamed it out loud, and her entire face illustrated a new level of shock!

Her camel toe split open in all its glory, exposing her deep-pink inner flesh to the blacksmith.

Tarek kept the pressure up and intently observed the otherwise hidden features of Anna's femininity. The delicate flesh tightly stretched under the pressure as it was exposed to the outside air. Tarek hooked his right index finger behind and under her clithood and made a small circle, to expose and arrange her inner petals. Accurate knowledge of the terrain was important. No matter how often he had done this to the girls, each of them was an interesting exploration again. They all were overall alike, yet at the same time quite unique in the details; the colour, the size of inner and outer lips and clitoris... And of course the anatomy and its intricacies *remained* fascinating for a man, even after investigating hundreds of samples. He looked up and smiled again when he noticed Anna's teeth vibrating on her lower lip. Then he blew some air into her private parts, straight onto her sensitive nub. Was it imagination or did it twitch under the teasing breeze? What was certain, was that Anna herself, up there, had noticed the new wind blowing through her. A grimace appeared on her face; she was clearly aware of how she was indeed 'playing open house' for Tarek. And he let himself in.

"Hmmmm...," the Irishman mumbled, concentrating on his job again, "that looks like a size 4 will fit."

He rolled her inner lips between his thumb and index finger to feel the thickness, and opened them up to observe how flexibly they closed again. Size, strength, flexibility and moistness... It all mattered in this profession!

"That, or a five at most."

Anna didn't know where she had it. This HURT; be it much more mentally than physically. How much deeper can a girl be humiliated? Strangely enough, the fact that what was happening to her was so absolutely unbelievable, also seemed to help her to handle it all.

"A five it will be, " Tarek finished his investigation after carefully weighing the evidence. "You're quite a strong girl, Miss Kournikova. You're in good shape, and firm all over. It shows you work on your physique. Regardless the innumerable times you must have been copulated already, you're still tight as a small-change purse. My compliments!" It actually sounded genuine! He got up again and released his grip, letting Anna's privates retake their original shape. Not before exciting a little squeak from the stunned girl, by giving her love curtains a quick pull.

It left Anna with a very uncomfortable feeling and a troubled face. Hardly surprising; for beautiful young girls all over the world, having men stretch your labia at will, without consent or consequences, was a strong indication that their control over the situation was approaching a dangerously low level.

Tarek had a sardonic smile on his face. The Toe Spreader procedure was, of course, total bollocks. No such thing had ever been mentioned in the piercing classes he had taken. It was just the cunning Irishman's way to get the most out of the whole experience within the boundaries of the strict protocol. Nobody had ever bothered to check whether all this was really necessary to properly fit an intimate jewel. If necessary, in fact, he would fit a piercing as thick as a pink into most girls. No technical limitations would keep him from doing that, nor was he the kind of man to let ethical dilemmas get in the way! A girl's flesh is surprisingly strong and can take almost anything, he knew. After all, it was made to withstand ten thousand or so intercourses. You can't fault millions of years of evolution.

Where did all this wisdom come from, while only a handful of guests had ever received a Jewel?

To understand this, we have to go back to the blacksmith's very first Decoration job. Without getting into details, let's say the Prince hadn't been too thrilled with the results. In fact, the guest he had fucked in her Wheel all night, was not the FIRST one Tarek had spoiled... In everybody's interest, then, the Prince had allowed him to practice the art on out-phased inmates, with dummy stainless steel 'jewels'. A great way to perfect technique, and at the same time it gave the retired guests a souvenir that would always remind them about their stay at Al-Qae-Traz. Everybody happy!

Today's jewel was far from "dummy," though. This was the real deal!

"Let's not test your patience any longer. I'm sure you're dying to know your future golden companion," Tarek grinned, and he surfaced a small luxury jewel case out of his gown, with a number '5' imprinted.

"It's quite obvious His Highness has a special place for you in His heart. And understandable! Even in standard edition, out of the box, you're a nice package indeed. But rest assured that after fitting this little option, you will drive the poor chap almost insane! Compare it to how your boyfriend would react after having new custom rims fit on his sports car, haha." He held the small case right under Anna's nose, and opened it up.

There it was, sitting in its velvet seat. The Harem Jewel! Despite the whole situation, Anna couldn't but admire the precious gem; it was downright beautiful! With her knowledgeable eye, she immediately recognised the high grade gold alloy. Probably 18 karat or more. The shape roughly approached a horseshoe, luckily with the sharp edges rounded somewhat. But that was not all: it actually had no less than five small diamonds embedded! They sparkled eye-blinding, like only real ones can. The size didn't immediately strike the Russian as 'big', but considering its future cozy home, 'small' wasn't exactly the word, either...

The blacksmith recognised the twinkle in her eyes.

"I knew this little piece of art would make up for all of it; eyes don't lie," he whispered. "Let me add that it even complements your earrings!"

The Russian tried to look as if this was the least of her concerns, but deep inside she couldn't deny that it DID matter. God dammit! Was it THIS easy to manipulate her psyche and to buy her out??? It was still her deepest wish to escape from this madhouse, and to let it bomb to hell as soon as possible afterwards. But if there was a reasonable chance, she would like to recuperate the Harem Jewel; be it not to wear it as it was intended by these nutcases. If she could lay her hands on it, this whole adventure could end up with a positive balance!

Tarek left the case opened and put it onto the desk. He took a deep breath. At last the moment of truth had arrived. And he cared more than he would openly admit! Yes, he was not the most tactful person, he was arrogant and generally self-confident. But he also had pride and, besides hot young girls, he also loved to fuck details. This was NOT an exercise, and it had to be PERFECT. No ripped tissues, no imperfections... no damaging in general would be tolerated. Neither by himself or by the Prince. Failure was, literally, not a viable option.

From the bag he carried with him, he started extracting several items and tools. With a mix of interest and concern, Anna watched him revealing a small Bunsen-burner and attached can of gas, pliers of some sorts with two small metal rings fit at the tips, a spray-can, a small bottle with a watery liquid, matches and a pin with a very sharp tip.

Especially that last item made the young woman shiver in her bonds. The function of most of the tools remained mysterious for the moment. But regarding the perforated pliers and the pin, it wasn't all that hard to put two and two together. Anna's stomach suddenly didn't feel all that great.

The Irishman meanwhile arranged it all on the desk, next to the jewel case, did an internal inventory check, and then scratched his beard with a pensive look in his eyes.

"Maybe it's better and more interesting if we move you towards the mirror," he addressed the Russian. "So you can closely watch everything with your own eyes. After all, our philosophy is one of openness."

He grinned and took one of the guards by the arm.

"And you, you will be my assistant."

The guard seemed to hesitate and looked questioningly at Rashid, who was still watching proceedings, from a distance, with interest. As his foreman nodded in agreement, the servant made himself available to Tarek.

"Just roll the Wheel a bit closer to the desk, if you want. And stand behind our guest, because I'll need your help again real soon!"

The assistant needed Rashid to translate the part of the instructions that wasn't illustrated sufficiently by Tarek's gesticulations. But as everything became clear, the muscled black man released the brakes and pushed Anna's Wheel to within two to three meters from the desk, with the mirror on the wall behind it. For the first time, she could personally admire her semi-permanent body art. Professionally done, she would admit when asked, but not really her cup of tea to be honest.

All the while Tarek was carrying out further preparations; he opened the Bunsen burner and held a match to it. As the burner ignited with its characteristical sound, Anna almost jumped out of her Wheel!

"Haha... Relax, sweetheart, relax...; we're not here to burn brand you, if that's your concern."

Tarek took the pliers-like tool and held the metal rings at the end, in the flame.

"This is just to kill those nasty little bacteria; you're infection-free and we want to keep it that way! Prince Uday values his personal hygiene and health."

"T-thanks for your concern, Neanderth- "

At the very last moment, Anna swallowed her insult. It cost her some effort, since the idea that her health was only INdirectly of any importance, was downright repulsive. But swallowing looked safer at the moment than offending and provoking a brute who had several tools at his disposal to seriously damage her.

"What did you say?" Tarek asked.

Not entirely by accident, he held the white-hot rings on the pliers dangerously close to the Russian.

"No-nothing, " Anna stumbled while her face paled noticeably.

"OK, no offence, " Tarek replied. He sure loved to trifle a bit with his subjects!

He redirected the pliers to the bottle, which contained sterilized water, and put the ends into it to cool them down. Anna uttered an audible sigh of relief as she heard the safe sizzle. Whatever the pliers would be used for, room temperature was to be preferred. The blacksmith left them in the bottle, and repeated the disinfecting procedure with the sharp pin.

"I think we're about ready now, " Tarek smiled. "What about you?"

Anna had decided to not grant them any response anymore, so no words came over her lips this time.

"Nothing to add? Very well... Let's begin, then. We'll make something nice of it, something the Prince can be proud of!"

He walked around the Wheel and demonstrated to the guard who would assist him, what he was expected to do.

"I need our young lady to keep perfectly still, but she's not going to do that by herself. So, on my command, I need you to stabilize her, like this." Tarek grabbed Anna's ass; "Just hold her ass-cheeks and push forward; got that?"

The guard nodded and took his position. His huge hands clamped around the athlete's firm peaches, and already he could feel every muscle in there tense up. Tarek was probably bang-on that she wasn't going to keep perfectly still without ass-istance!

Meanwhile the blacksmith had taken the pliers in his left hand and the pin in the other, and crouched in front of his 'patient' again.

"Let's go fishing," he smiled at Anna, and slowly approached her exposed privates with the pliers.

As expected, Anna tried to curve her body to maximize the distance between her vulnerable crotch and the new threat. Even if she would have wanted to cooperate, in the idea to get done with the inevitable as soon as possible, a basic self-protection reflex of her body would have taken over anyway.

But as ordered, the guard immediately robbed Anna from her last degree of freedom in the Wheel, and pushed her under body forward. The muscled black man was much stronger than her back, and needed almost no effort. And because of the mechanics of the whole move, Tarek's work terrain got exposed optimally: Anna's privates spread open like a ripe melon in front of him.

"Nnggggghhh...," the Russian gritted her teeth in frustration as the guard easily overpowered her attempts to resist.

"That's more like it... A little closer still.. Just a little more.. STOP!" the blacksmith instructed. "So here we have the little fellow... And HOP!"

- SNAP -

With great precision and force, the blacksmith clamped Anna's clit with the pliers.

"Nooo-aaaawww!!"

"Just a couple more seconds, darling; the less you move, the sooner this unfortunately unpleasant phase will be history."

"Grrrr... Get done with it already, bastard!" Anna spat, fired on by the sudden adrenalin shot.

Her personal piercer inspected closely to make sure that it was done the right way; the rings had to be located correctly so the perforation with the pin would not tear anything, or damage important nerves. The pliers also shouldn't slip off; not entirely out of the question, because even with the guard holding her tightly, there was guaranteed to be some twitching at the 'moment suprËme', Tarek knew.

As a final test, he increased the pressure a little more and repeatedly pulled on the pliers.

"Who's the latex girl? Haha..."

Anna's face distorted into an ugly mask as her clit was stretched out a couple of times, a couple of centimetres. A girl's flesh can take almost anything, indeed.

"We're almost there now," Tarek commented to the Russian who had closed her eyes by now. He moved the sharp pin ever closer, aiming for the small rings at the end of the pliers.

"3...2...1... "

The next moment, an ear-deafening scream resounded through the corridors of Al-Qae-Traz.

- Sharapova dethroned at last -

=> CHAPTER 7

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