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Merry Christmas & Happy New Year everyone.

For those of you who have been wondering what's
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                                Arab Slaves
                            Author Unknown

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Carl Campbell sipped his drink while he watched his daughters splash around 
in the pool. Across the table from him sat his wife of 15 years. Sarah had 
just turned thirty-five but could easily pass for her early twenties. She 
was dressed in a slim bikini that hugged her athletic curves in all the 
right places. Her apparel was hardly appropriate for a woman in the Middle 
East, in fact it was illegal. But with the right friends and financial 
clout, private enclosures within the estates of powerful individuals could 
be used, and in this land, the rules don't apply to the men in control of 
the black gold known as oil. Carl's job was to acquire items for these men 
that, although well within their vast budgets, were difficult to obtain due 
to the western world's disapproving attention. The most common of these 
things was high tech weapons, although difficult to obtain these things 
fetched a highly profitable price from his clients. He also dabbled in 
another area of supply with only his most preferred clients, this trade 
item fetched a huge cash return for very little investment. Carl was an 
exclusive underground white slave trader. His clientele was very select, 
only a handful of wealthy men who derived a great deal of pleasure from 
owning a beautiful young American woman. In this part of the world, it was 
an unwritten rule that a man owned women, they were called his wives. The
thrill for these men was lost because a woman born into this culture
accepted it as a way of life, unlike an educated American woman, whose
beliefs and morals would totally reject the concept of ownership by a man.

Carl provided certain powerful men with women that he smuggled from the U.S., 
most specifically ordered in advance. When he received an order he would 
research for months to find a likely candidate, usually a woman with little 
or no family, young, blonde, brunette, or whatever the client was looking 
for. He usually shipped two to three women per year, mostly teenagers 
through their early twenties. The oldest he ever sold was thirty-three, his 
client had met her at a party on one of his trips to the U.S. he was quite 
taken with her, but she rather forcefully rejected his advances, embarrassing 
him in front of some of his associates. Carl didn't normally do orders for an 
individual, he preferred to snare anonymous victims, but his client was very 
determined, and this translated into a hefty fee for Carl. So he did the job, 
the last time he saw her she was hanging by her hands from a chain in a small 
dark room in the bowels of his clients palace, her clothes hanging in shreds 
around her now naked body. Behind her a soldier was swinging a long leather 
whip back and forth. His client relaxed in a large chair in front of her as 
the whip connected with her back and the screaming started. Carl heard the 
screams fade as he worked his way up and out of the palace. The youngest 
woman he ever sold was a girl of about twelve, a homeless runaway he had 
picked up from a bus station. Once she was cleaned up and prepared she was 
very pretty, this one almost caused him some difficulty, as his own youngest 
was almost the same age. But his client was specific about the age and Carl 
fell back on his rule that this was business and the girl was merchandise 
and, unlike his own daughters whom he loved dearly, she meant nothing to him 
but a profit margin.

Carl turned from his wife to watch his daughters again. Sarah knew nothing of 
his real work, of course. She believed him to be in the export business, 
which was true to a certain extent. He normally didn't bring his family on 
business excursions, but the offer by his client of the use of the palace 
facilities was too tempting to pass up. He suspected that the free working 
vacation for him and his family was a softening-up ploy in order to get a 
better deal for the next arms shipment, necessary to counteract new weapons 
acquired by his clients' main enemy. Carl was aware of this because, in fact, 
he had been the supplier of those new enemy weapons. Playing both sides off 
one another was risky but Carl was very careful that no connection could be 
made between him and his other client.

He admired his daughters as they took turns diving into the pool. Stephanie 
was almost sixteen and turning into a gorgeous young woman. Carl often caught 
himself admiring her well developed body, she had her mothers' chestnut brown 
hair but wore it long, she also had her mothers' blue eyes. his other 
daughter, Beth, had just turned eleven and took after Carls' side of the 
family, with big green eyes and long red hair. He could see the beginnings 
of budding breasts underneath her pink one piece bathing suit. He often found 
himself thinking sexual thoughts when watching his daughters but in spite of 
his amoral stance toward the women and girls he sold into slavery, his wife 
and daughters were his greatest joy and he hoped to retire comfortably soon 
and enjoy his family with no worries for the rest of his life.

His reverie was interrupted by a servant delivering a message, the Prince, 
his client, was ready for their meeting.

"I'll be back later hon, these things usually run on", he said as he rose. 
"Say goodnight to the girls for me."

He kissed his wife and walked into the palace.

Carl was led to an audience chamber laden with silk tapestries and large, 
colourful cushions placed behind low tables. This was the Prince's idea of a 
conference room. Most of the Prince's business meetings ran long and late, 
usually finishing with some perverse entertainment involving one or more of 
the Prince's pleasure slaves, some of whom Carl had sold to the Prince. 
Prince Ashir entered with robes flowing and, after the usual ceremony, 
proceeded with the meeting. The meeting went as usual, the Prince was very 
long-winded and given to impromptu speeches whenever the mood took him. Carl 
noted that Ashir was in rare form, rambling on at several points about trust 
and loyalty between business partners. Carl was getting worried that maybe 
the Prince had learned about certain other business deals, but things winded 
up late in the evening and a deal was struck. The Prince clapped his hands 
and servants cleared the papers from the tables. More servants swept into 
the room with large, covered boards. A board was placed in front of each man 
at the table. Carl looked at the object set in front of him, the board was 
about three feet wide by four feet long and was draped with a large cloth 
made of silk. Whatever was under the cloth was fairly big, Carl assumed from 
the smell that it was dinner, but he wasn't sure he was hungry enough for 
whatever filled up such a large plate.

"In honour of our esteemed colleague, Mr. Campbell, I have arranged a 
delicacy as uncommon as it is exciting. As in so many fine recipes, how the 
food is arranged is as important as how the food is prepared." And with that, 
servants pulled away all of the silk cloths, unveiling the meals to all 
present.

Carl was surprised, but he should have expected something like this, knowing 
the tastes of his host. On the board was a naked young woman, strapped down 
to handles that ran along the edges. The woman was on her back, on top of her 
hands which were secured behind her back. Her knees were folded so that her 
feet were pushed against her ass and a strap circled her calves and thighs on 
each leg, keeping them folded. Her feet were tied tightly with the souls 
facing each other. Two straps were looped through her knees and pulled them 
to each side of the board, leaving her pubic mound fully splayed open. This 
was augmented by some kind of block under her ass which raised her loins up 
from the board. a thin leather strap crossed her waist with two more above 
and below her breasts. All of the straps were extremely tight, her thigh 
muscles could be seen straining against the cords which stretched her knees 
apart. Carl could imagine how uncomfortable she was but he couldn't see it, 
her face was hidden by a leather hood which covered her entire head, ending 
at a wide leather collar around her neck. The girl was completely hairless, 
although she may have had hair under the hood. But her pubic hair had been 
shaved off, which made her look younger than she must have been. This girl 
was the 'plate' on which the food was placed. Around her crotch was a salad, 
with lettuce, fruit and dressing laid out in a circle, her pussy being at the 
centre. Her pussy was mostly covered by a large, white flower. On her stomach 
sat a large lobster, sitting in a bed of steaming vegetables. The lobster was 
facing the girls breasts and it's pincers still had the restraint bands that 
keep them closed while it's still alive. These bands must have been put on 
after cooking though, because each pincer was firmly locked onto one of the 
girl's breasts, just at the base of the nipple. Carl was thankful that these 
meetings and meals were exclusively for men, so his wife never had to see a 
scene like this. Most of the 'meals' were made with local women but the 
Prince and Carl had white 'plates' with their meals. Carl recognized the 
young runaway he had sold lying on the Princes plate. She was the only one 
without a concealing hood, although she was wearing a red ball gag in her 
mouth.

"Enjoy!" the Prince said as started yanking at the lobster on the young girl 
in front of him. Every time the lobster was pulled at, the pincers would 
pull the girls small breasts this way or that, causing a muffled squeal from 
behind the gag.

Carl could see no way of eating without hurting the girl so he shrugged and 
reached for the lobster. He poked at a piece of steamed potato with his fork 
and lifted it off the girl's flat stomach, her skin underneath was red from 
the hot vegetables and sauce that had been placed on her. He dipped the 
potato in a pool of sauce gathered at her belly button and stuffed it into 
his mouth. He wondered where the Prince had acquired this second white girl, 
maybe he had some competition in this market. A servant came up to him and 
handed him a small spoon with a long handle. The servant then pulled the 
flower away from the girls pussy. Underneath was a large metal clamp holding 
the girl's pussy lips closed. This was removed and two smaller clamps were 
attached to each lip, Carl heard a suppressed squeal come from under the 
hood at this. These clamps were equipped with long strings which were run 
through handles at the sides of the board and tightened. the girl's pussy was 
now stretched open. The servant pressed down at certain places on the girl's 
abdomen and caviar oozed out of the girl's pussy. Carl shook his head in 
amazement, they had stuffed her pussy with caviar! He reached over with his 
spoon and scooped the delicacy out of her pussy.

When most of the guests were done eating, the servants returned to clear the 
table. They didn't remove the plates, sponges and small bowls of water were 
used to clean the leftover food off the girl's bodies. Carl then saw what 
desert consisted of, as the other guests lifted their robes and mounted their 
respective 'plates' pumping vigorously into the bound girls. Carl was feeling 
quite excited himself at the moment, after looking at a beautiful naked girl 
spread out in front of him for the past hour. But he hesitated, he did not 
normally indulge in things like this when he travelled with his wife, only 
when he was away on his own did he like to play around when the opportunity 
presented itself. The Prince approached from the other end of the table, 
Ashir did not engage in such entertainments in front of his guests.

"Please, feel free to enjoy my humble gift." the Prince said with an odd 
smile. "I recently acquired her and she has not yet been used by a man."

Inwardly, Carl shrugged, it was decided for him when the Prince mentioned the 
word 'gift'. The tradition of this land stated that refusal of a gift was an 
insult to the giver. Carl did not want to offend one of his biggest 
customers. He stood up and placed his right hand on her left breast and 
started kneading it while his left hand went down to cup her pussy. He could 
see her attempts to move her hips within the tight straps as he pushed his 
middle finger into her. He fondled her for a while longer but she remained 
dry, not surprising considering the situation, Carl thought.

"Let me get you some assistance", the Prince said his large, throne-like 
chair where he was watching the proceedings. He motioned to a servant who 
walked over and released the girl that was his plate. This was the young girl 
Carl had smuggled to the Prince from America. She let herself down from
the 
table and rubbed her limbs to restore circulation while the servant removed 
the ball gag. "She has responded well to my training, although it was 
difficult at first." The Prince smiled as the girl walked over to Carl's 
place at the table.

The girl did not look at Carl, she merely climbed onto the table and, when on 
her knees in front of the bound girl, lowered her head and started licking 
the helpless girl's pussy. Carl remembered the young girl he had captured 
quite well, she was about thirteen years old now with long blonde hair and a 
petit body that was forming nicely. When he captured her she fought him with 
all the strength she had, but he kept her handcuffed naked in a closet for a 
week and she calmed down a bit. He did nothing to her but fondling because 
the Prince had stipulated that she must be a virgin. He had heard she resumed 
her energetic resistance when the Prince took possession of her but she soon 
learned the Prince's talent for using creative methods of causing pain and 
humiliation to train the young women that he purchased for his pleasure. The 
bound girl was moaning softly when the young girl stopped her stimulation and 
moved to kneel in front of Carl. She opened his pants and pulled out his cock 
and started sucking on it. Carl moaned as the girl worked on him, obviously 
the Prince had taken care to make her an expert at performing this service. 
She stopped after some time and stepped back. Carl climbed onto the table and 
lowered himself between the spread knees of the girl on the table. She 
started breathing in short, sharp gasps as he slowly pushed his cock into the 
tight entrance of her pussy. He didn't get far when he reached her intact 
hymen. Carl paused for a second and then shoved his cock into her all the 
way. A high squeal came from inside the hood as the girl felt her virginity 
ripped away. Carl pumped himself slowly in her wet pussy until he came. The 
girl had stopped moving a just lay still, breathing heavily. He pulled out of 
her, his cock was covered with her blood mixed with his semen. As he climbed 
down from the table, strong hands grabbed him from behind, it was two of the 
Prince's big bodyguards. Carl shouted at them to no effect, it had slipped 
his mind at the moment that the guards did not speak any english. They 
dragged/carried him out of the room and down a short hallway, then into a 
small room whose door locked behind them.

The room had only on piece of furniture, a large wooden chair with a high 
back and straps on the arms and legs. In a very short time Carl was secured 
in this chair, he hadn't even been able to pull his pants up, his bloody cock 
was flopping around in his lap. Before he could say anything more, one of the 
guards shoved a large piece of cloth into his mouth and secured it with a 
strap running around his head. The guards then left the room and returned 
pushing a large cabinet on wheels, they where followed by the Prince who 
ignored Carl's questioning eyes. The men opened the cabinet in front of Carl, 
inside was a large screen TV with stereo speakers on each side. They connect 
some wires and then left Carl with the Prince.

"A month ago my soldiers raided a warehouse belonging to my chief 
competitor." He said, now looking at Carl for the first time. "We found an 
interesting assortment of weapons, in fact they are identical to the 
catalogue of merchandise that you offer". He turned on the TV, it showed a 
view of the room where the dinner had taken place. The girl he had fucked was 
still there, tied to the board. Another woman was kneeling over her, one hand 
mauling her breasts, the other sliding four fingers in a out of her pussy. 
There was still blood on her thighs from her lost virginity. The woman looked 
towards the camera, she was oriental, dressed in some kind of leather outfit 
made entirely of straps. She looked back at the girl and reaching over, 
pulled the hood from her head. Brown hair flowed down, now free from the 
hood. The woman grasped the girl's extended jaw, there was a large rubber 
prod in her mouth held there by straps, and turned her face towards the 
camera. Carl tried to leap from the chair, almost knocking himself over, the 
girl's eyes were shut, her face soaked with sweat and tears, but it was 
Stephanie, Carl's sixteen year old daughter.

"It took a while, but my investigators were able to trace those weapons to 
you." The Prince shook his head as Carl tried to scream something at him. "I 
do not need to hear any false explanations, I have seen sufficient proof that 
you have been dealing with my competitors. You have broken the trust I gave 
you as a business partner and now I will claim my rights to retribution." he 
gestured towards the TV, the oriental woman had removed the prod gag from 
Stephanie and was again pushing her four fingers into the teenager's pussy. 
With every thrust she pushed deeper and Stephanie moaned louder. "You will 
pay through the pain and humiliation of your women. They have been told why 
they are being made to suffer and your daughter knew it was you who raped 
her. The scene was also witnessed by your wife through this camera. You will 
remain in this room for some time. You will not be harmed here, but you will 
be shown recordings of some things that have already been done to your wife 
and daughters and when that is complete, you will see live scenes of things 
that are going to be done to them." He smiled from the doorway on his way 
out. "I do not bear ill will towards you or your family, but payment must be 
extracted for the betrayal of my trust, Good evening." He left the room, 
closing the door behind him. On the TV, Stephanie screamed as the woman 
forced her whole hand into her, made a fist, and twisted her arm back and 
forth.

Carl felt worse than he ever had in his life. He doubted the Prince would let 
any of them live. Why hadn't he suspected?  He pulled uselessly at the straps 
as the door opened and a guard walked in. He carried a case full of video 
cassettes. He placed them on top of the cabinet and pulled the first one out. 
It had a label 'Sarah eating dinner' Carl read as the guard held it front of 
him. The cassette was placed in the machine under the TV and started. Before 
the guard left he turned the volume up as high as it would go.

Tape #1 - Sarah Eating Dinner

Sarah was strapped into what looked like a dentists chair, dressed in the 
clothes she had set out to wear to dinner that night. She was shaking her 
head wildly and making unintelligible noises, she was wearing one of the 
prod gags. A guard walked into view and locked into place padded metal braces 
on either side of Sarah's head. He turned adjusting knobs until the braces 
held her head tightly so that no motion was possible. He released the prod 
gag and pulled it halfway out, tilting it towards her nose. This forced her 
lower jaw down even further than it was with the gag fully inserted. He held 
the prod in place with one hand while the other retrieved a piece of hard 
white plastic from the tray beside the chair. The plastic device was a small 
rectangle with grooves on each end. He pushed it into one side of her mouth 
and worked it into place on her rear teeth. Her back molars wedged into the 
grooves in the plastic tightly. He repeated the process with another plastic 
rectangle on the other side of her mouth. When he was done he pulled the prod 
out of Sarah's mouth. Sarah's mouth still gapped open as far as it had with 
the gag in place, the plastic spacers forced her jaws to remain painfully 
wide. A woman now entered the scene, carrying a covered tray. The woman was 
tall, with shoulder length black hair that she wore up. She was wearing a 
white lab coat which hung down to mid-thigh with white stockings and white 
heels. She placed the tray next to the chair.

"My name is Sylvia, I supervise the punishments that the Prince orders for 
his female slaves." She said as she checked the straps holding Sarah to the 
chair. "The Prince has ordered you and your daughters to endure punishments 
until such time as he decides to stop them. Why you are being punished is of 
no relevance to me, my responsibility is to see that the Princes wishes are 
carried out and to ensure that you and your daughters are not permanently 
injured, the Prince dislikes devaluing his property. I am a fully qualified 
nurse and I will try to keep you and your girls as comfortable as possible 
within the bounds of my duty to the Prince. I can even make it pleasant for 
you at times if you like." with this, she ran a hand up along Sarah's calf to 
her inner thigh, just under her white skirt, and squeezed.

Sarah jerked in the chair and groaned in anger, she was not capable of 
forming any words with her mouth distended as it was.

"Well, no matter, when you are not being punished you are mine to use as I 
wish, your daughters too" As Sarah let out another moan, Sylvia pulled a pair 
of rubber medical gloves out of her pocket and pulled them on. "I believe you 
were about to attend a dinner party when we interrupted you, well we won't 
let you go hungry."

She removed the cover from the tray, under it was a large metal bowl, the 
contents of which immediately assailed Sarah's nostrils.

"You have your youngest to thank for your dinner tonight, she was very 
reluctant to expel it but we helped her along." Picking up a large spoon 
Sylvia scooped the lumpy brown substance up and dumped it into Sarah's mouth, 
holding her tongue down with her other hand. Sarah gagged at the noxious 
stuff that was running down her throat and immediately started retching. 
Spoonful by spoonful Sarah was fed her daughters excrement. When it was all 
down, Sylvia pushed a button and the chair started tilting back on an 
electric motor. The motor stopped when her head was two feet from the floor.

"Ahmed, give her something to wash it down with" Sylvia as she removed her 
gloves.

The guard stood above Sarah's head and took his cock out. Sarah cried out 
again but was silence as the stream of urine hit her mouth and filled it up. 
She had no choice but to swallow to keep breathing. When he was done she 
sobbed quietly until shocked awake by a bucket of cold water which was dumped 
on her head. Sylvia knelt beside her and used a sponge to clean her face and 
mouth.

"That went well, now we'll do something nice for desert" Out of her pocket 
she pulled a small metal device. It was basically a small stainless steel 
clamp with two small posts on either side. Reaching into Sarah's mouth, 
Sylvia grasped her tongue and pulled it out. With her other hand she closed 
the clamp around Sarah's tongue as close to the back as possible. Using a 
small screwdriver she tightened the clamp until it was firmly holding the 
base of Sarah's tongue. Sylvia released her grip, and Sarah reflexively 
tried to pull her tongue into her mouth. The small posts on the clamp bumped 
against the plastic spacers at the back of Sarah's mouth and would go no 
further. Sarah's tongue was held at almost full extension out of her mouth.

"You have probably never been made to pleasure a woman before, so this first 
time I'll do all the work." Sylvia opened her lab coat, beneath she wore 
nothing but the white stockings and a matching garter. Her full breasts 
swayed as she stood facing Sarah's feet with her legs on either side of 
Sarah's head. Sylvia touched the chair control and Sarah's head started 
lifting up towards Sylvia's crotch. Sarah's eyes closed tightly as her 
extended tongue made first contact with the lips of Sylvia's pussy. When 
the motor stopped, Sarah's tongue was lodged in Sylvia's pussy hole, her chin 
was smothered in pubic hair, and her nose was wedged between Sylvia's ass 
cheeks. Sylvia was already wet as she started rocking back and forth, she 
could feel the forced out tongue rubbing her pussy wherever she wanted. She 
excited herself on Sarah's face for some time, occasionally sliding forward 
so that Sarah's tongue excited her anus as well. She climaxed violently, 
holding on to Sarah's breasts with tightened fists. When she was finished, 
she closed her lab coat and returned the chair to it's upright position.

"That was nice" she said as she sponged off Sarah's face, which was covered 
with her juices. "Next time you will not be locked in the clamp, and you 
will learn to do it well, as will your daughters."

TAPE #2 - Beth in the bathroom

The woman named Sylvia was leading Beth down a long hallway. Beth was 
dressed in her school uniform, a pleated skirt with a white blouse, knee 
socks and black shoes. Her long red hair was pulled back in a pony tail.

"You should use the washroom first, because you won't be able to during the 
official dinner ceremony", Sylvia said with a smile. She led Beth down a 
side hallway. Unlocking the door, she led Beth into a small bedroom. The 
room was lit with low lighting, a small four post bed was on one side and a 
small leather couch sat on the other side. In front of the couch was a long, 
low bench covered in leather. On the bench sat a young girl not much older 
than Beth, this was the young slave that the prince had acquired from Beth's 
father. She was dressed much the same as Beth, with a short skirt and blouse, 
but her feet were bare.

"This is Rosalyn, she is staying here for a while to learn about the Prince 
and his way of life", Sylvia said, smiling at the girl. "You notice she does 
not speak unless specifically asked to, this is a custom of the Prince's 
people. Young girls must remain silent until asked to speak. Would you like 
to learn about the customs of the Prince and his family Beth?"

"I guess so." Beth said hesitatingly as she looked around the room. The 
walls were covered with tapestries depicting all kinds of flowers in many 
colours.

"That is very good, we'll start now. The washroom is through that door." She 
led beth through a door into a large bathroom. The bathroom was all done in 
black porcelain. The walls were mirrored on all sides. There was no sink, 
only a large bathtub and an odd looking bidet as well as a low bench much 
like the one in the living room. At various places throughout the room and 
on the fixtures were solid silver rings. Beth, of course, did not grasp the 
import of these things, but her father, watching the whole scene on some 
kind of hidden video system had seen this bathroom before. The Prince had it 
custom built for his new young slave, Rosalyn. Using the rings, a girl could 
be secured in any number of positions and be forced to perform normal 
bathroom functions as well as some not so normal functions. Beth looked at 
the bidet strangely, she had never seen one before.

"It's called a bidet, you have to remove your panties and squat over it," 
Sylvia said as she sat on the bench, watching Beth expectantly.

"It looks weird, but I'll try it. I shouldn't be long", she stood next to 
the device, waiting for Sylvia to leave.

"Now, you have to remember the Prince's customs, you do not speak unless 
asked to, it would be considered impolite if you spoke around adults. You 
might as well start now. There are punishments here for girls who break the 
rules", Sylvia said. "And you don't have to worry about relieving yourself 
in front of me, in front of other women or the Prince you should not be 
ashamed of your body."

"I'd rather try this alone, please" Beth wasn't sure she wanted to 
experience to much of this Prince's culture if she couldn't speak and had to 
use the bathroom in front of other people.

"Now Beth, you really must make an effort to be silent. Your father is aware 
of what we are doing and has voiced no problems about it." Sylvia was 
starting to look more serious now and had lost some of the cheerfulness she 
had exhibited before. "Perhaps a demonstration would ease your hesitations, 
Rosalyn, show Beth how to properly relieve herself." She motioned to the 
girl who had followed them into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. 
The girl walked over to the bidet and straddled it, one bare foot on either 
side. The device was wider than normal and this caused the girl's legs to be 
parted more than usual. She reached down and lifted the short skirt up so 
that it was bunched at her waist. Her crotch was hairless, her small slit 
completely exposed. At this point Beth had seen enough and ran for the door, 
but found it locked. Sylvia grabbed Beth by the arm in a strong, painful 
grip and pulled her over to the other girl, pushing her down to her knees. 
Beth found herself looking straight at Rosalyn's pussy, it lips slightly 
parted because of her spread legs. Beth tried to yell for help but found her 
mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth Sylvia had retrieved from a pocket. 
Sylvia took a silk handkerchief from another pocket and placed it over the 
cloth in Beth's mouth, tying it tightly behind her head.

"Now you will learn how to what you are told and be silent." Sylvia said 
darkly. She then nodded to Rosalyn. Rosalyn concentrated for a second and a 
stream of urine emerged from between her legs, splashing into the water 
below. Beth tried to look away but a firm hand in her hair yanked her head 
back and she was forced to watch the remaining urine flow from the girl. 
When Rosalyn was finished, Sylvia nodded to her again, "and the other." 
Rosalyn squatted a bit lower and after straining, she was rewarded with a 
large plop in the bowl below. Beth was close to tears now as Sylvia pushed 
her face even closer to Rosalyn's crotch as the girl cleaned herself with 
some tissue. When Rosalyn was finished, Sylvia pushed her over to the bench. 
"Take off her shoes and socks" Sylvia said as she held Beth down on the 
bench, her legs dangling off the end. "If you struggle you will be hurt, so 
be still" Sylvia spoke in a scary tone of voice, much different from her 
friendly words earlier today. Beth stopped struggling, scared stiff of being 
hurt by these people. Rosalyn removed her shoes, and then stripped off her 
socks, leaving her feet bare. "Get some ankle and wrist cuffs" Sylvia 
ordered. Rosalyn retrieved four leather and steel cuffs from a cabinet on 
the wall. The cuffs were made of thick leather with steel buckles and rings 
with clips, but they were sized carefully for a small girl's wrists and 
ankles. Indeed, they had seen much use holding back the struggles of Rosalyn 
quite often while under the attentions of the Prince. She locked a cuff 
tightly on each of Beth's slim ankles and then placed the wrist cuffs on 
reluctant wrists forced out by Sylvia. Sylvia then stood Beth up, openly 
sobbing now. "Take your panties off Beth." Beth just stood there, not 
believing what was happening. Sylvia looked meaningfully at Rosalyn. Rosalyn 
walked over to the cabinet and came back with a long black switch. "Either 
you take them off or I will and then you will feel this switch across your 
bare bottom." Sylvia snapped. This frightened Beth into motion, she would do 
whatever Sylvia asked or be hurt. She reached down, the unaccustomed weight 
of the cuffs on her wrists, and pulled her panties down and stepped out of 
them. They were white, with pink flowers printed on them. "Very pretty," 
Sylvia picked up the underwear,"now stand over the bidet." Beth did as 
instructed, having to spread her legs uncomfortably to do so. She wiped 
tears from her cheeks. "Don't worry about that, I like young girl's tears" 
She reached down and, using the clips on Beth's ankle cuffs, fastened her 
ankles to two rings on either side of the bidet. She then locked beth's 
wrists behind her back. Beth's belt was removed and then her wool, wrap
around skirt was taken off. Beth now wore only her white blouse, which hung 
down below her waist. Sylvia smiled at Beth's panicky expression as she 
undid the front buttons of the blouse, then pulling it down her shoulders a 
bit so that the her front was wide open. Sylvia sat on the bench and admired 
Beth's nearly naked body, her pubic area was just starting to grow fine red 
hairs around a delicate slit. Beth's newly forming breasts were still small 
bumps inside a dainty training bra.

"You may begin now." Sylvia said as she took the switch from Rosalyn. Beth 
just whimpered, moving her hands around against the unaccustomed restraints. 
Sylvia reached out with the end of the switch and tapped it lightly on 
Beth's pussy lips. Beth jumped slightly, squealing through the gag. "My 
patience is wearing thin Beth." More tears flowed as Beth released her 
bladder and her urine streamed into the bidet. She soon finished, still 
sobbing into the gag. "Now the other thing, just like Rosalyn" Sylvia 
ordered. Beth's eyes opened wide at this but she immediately tried to comply 
but her bowels were not going to cooperate in this situation. "Well Rosalyn, 
She is trying, but I think she'll need some help." Sylvia walked over to 
Beth and pushed her forward and down to her knees. Because her ankles were 
still attached to the sides of the wide bidet, she ended up kneeling 
directly in front of it, her bottom pressed against its edge. The bench was 
then moved up to her until it bumped against her stomach. Sylvia went behind 
her and, grabbing her pony tail with one hand, she shoved the other between 
Beth's legs, roughly grasping her crotch. Screaming into the gag, Beth was 
lifted up as Rosalyn pushed the bench forward into Beth's waist. Sylvia 
lowered Beth's torso onto the bench and secured it there with a tight strap 
over her waist. Beth was now lying half on the bench with her bottom 
suspended over the bidet, legs spread by her secured ankles on either side 
of the bidet. Sylvia opened a cabinet on the wall, inside were the various 
toys that were available for the Prince to use or have used on Rosalyn. 
Included was a full enema kit with a long hose, clamp, nozzles and several 
clear bags full of liquid. The nozzles were arranged by size and numbered.

"Rosalyn, you're about the same size as Beth, what size feels most 
comfortable for you?" Sylvia asked sweetly.

"I can use a number 2 without any pain, mistress." Rosalyn spoke for the 
first time in a small voice. There were six nozzles in the set.

"What does the Prince use on you?" Sylvia said as she examined the devices. 
Each nozzle started with a small spout and was about three inches long, 
flaring towards a grove at the base. The smallest barely widened at all 
along it's length, the largest flared to 1 1/2 inches before the groove at 
it's base.

"He uses number 5 unless he is punishing me, then he uses the 6." Rosalyn 
said.

"Well, we'll go easier on Beth as this is her first time, a 4 will do 
nicely." She removed the nozzle, which was still almost an inch wide. 
Removing the rest of the kit, Sylvia attached the hose to a new bag and hung 
it from a hook in the ceiling, letting the hose hang down, near its end was 
a clamp. Sylvia watched the liquid flow down the hose until it was stopped 
by the clamp. "Hold her open for me." Sylvia ordered. Rosalyn threw a leg 
over the bench and sat on the small of Beth's back, facing her bottom. 
Placing a hand on each of Beth's bottom cheeks, she pulled them wide. Beth 
groaned loudly but Sylvia was no longer concerned with the sounds that Beth 
produced. Pouring some oil from a small jar onto the nozzle, she crouched 
down behind Beth. Sylvia placed the tip of the nozzle on Beth's small dimple 
of an anus and started working it into her. Beth was screaming into the gag 
now, at the same time trying to wrench herself away from the intrusion into 
her bottom. But with Rosalyn's weight on her and her ankles locked in place 
she could do nothing as the widening nozzle was forced into her. Sylvia 
continued pushing and twisting the nozzle against the resistance of Beth's 
sphincter muscle. Sylvia smiled as she watched the young girl's muscles give 
up and the nozzle sunk all the way in, Beth's now tightly stretched anus 
locking into the groove at the base of the nozzle. Sylvia took the free end 
of the hose and attached it to the base of the nozzle. When she released the 
clamp, liquid flowed down and into Beth's rectum.

"We'll just give her a quart, to loosen her bowels up a bit." Sylvia walked 
around to watch Beth's face as the liquid continued to flow from the bag. "I 
being easy on you now Beth, but if you fail to do everything I or the Prince 
asks from now on, I will use the largest nozzle and put enough liquid into 
you to make your belly swell like a pregnant woman. Your voice will fail 
because of your constant screaming at the pain. Do you understand?" Through 
her whimpers, Beth nodded her head. "That's good, because we can do nice 
things to you as well." Sylvia walked back to the bag, which was almost 
empty, and squeezed the rest of the liquid down the tube. The nozzle was 
removed and Beth was released and made to squat over a pail and release her 
bowels. Her attitude was totally submissive now and she did everything asked 
of her with a blank face.

Beth's restraints were removed and put away by Rosalyn, she was then led into 
the small bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed please Beth." Sylvia said as she followed the girls into
the room.

Not saying a word, Beth sat on the bed and then stretched out, her hands 
nervously clasped on her tummy. Sylvia sat down beside her near the head of 
the bed, Rosalyn sat on the other side near Beth's bare feet.

"Now we'll do something nice for Beth, Rosalyn." Sylvia said, smiling at 
Beth. "Show Beth how you have learned to make another girl feel good below 
her waist."

Rosalyn reached over and started running her hands up Beth's slim legs. Beth 
stiffened and once Rosalyn's hands started pushing her skirt up her thighs 
she reached down in panic, squealing into her gag.

"Now, now, none of that." Sylvia said as she pulled Beth's wrists above her 
head, fastening them to silk cords attached to the bed frame for just such a 
purpose.

Rosalyn pushed Beth's skirt up to her waist, revealing bare, slim hips and 
naked pubic area sparsely covered with fine red hairs. Rosalyn started 
running a finger along Beth's closed slit. Beth jumped at the touch to her 
private parts, trying to roll away, but Sylvia held her down with a hand on 
her stomach. Her other hand, Sylvia undid the buttons to Beth's blouse. The 
blouse fell open to reveal a dainty white training bra. Meanwhile Rosalyn 
continued to rub her fingers along the front of Beth's pussy between tightly 
closed legs. Sylvia slid a hand underneath a white, frilly bra cup. Her hand 
cupped the small, barely formed breast, the bud of a nipple held between her 
thumb and forefinger.

"Now, you will keep still and do what I tell you." Sylvia said, as she looked 
into Beth's eyes and played with the girl's nipple. "Or I will do things like 
this.."

Beth's small torso arched up off the bed as Sylvia squeezed a small nipple 
with her strong fingers. She fell back, breathing heavily when Sylvia eased 
up on the pressure without releasing the nipple from her grip.

"Pull your knees up and open your legs" Sylvia said, punctuating the phrase 
with another quick squeeze on Beth's nipple.

Beth, tears streaming down her face, slowly brought her knees up and moved 
her legs apart. Rosalyn promptly placed herself between them, her face 
inches away from Beth's now fully exposed pussy. Placing a finger on each 
pussy lip, Rosalyn drew Beth's pussy open and proceeded to run her tongue 
along the inner folds of flesh that were now exposed. Beth squealed and 
turned her head to the side, but did not move, fearful of the tight grip 
still on her tender nipple.

"There, isn't that much nicer?" Sylvia smiled as she moved the bra cups 
aside, exposing Beth's small, budding breasts. Sylvia bent over and took the 
nipple that she had hurt into her mouth.

They continued like this for some time, Rosalyn eating Beth's pussy while 
Sylvia sucked on her nipples. Beth's head was turned all the way to one side 
and she was whimpering now and then as her physical reactions to the 
stimulation she was under started to take over. Suddenly she stiffened, 
breathing short, fast breaths into the gag as she climaxed.

"Very good Rosalyn" Sylvia said as she rose form the bed. "The Prince won't 
be using her until tomorrow, she's yours for the night." Sylvia moved for 
the door. "Keep her tied and gagged, make her come at least twice more 
before the morning. Good night, girls." there was a click as the door was 
locked behind her.

Carl closed his eyes. He could not believe what he had just seen. He wanted 
so much to scream for them to stop but he knew it was useless, the action 
had already taken place and he was only watching a recording. Who knew what 
they had been doing to his precious Beth since?

After a while one of the guards entered the room. The video cassette was 
removed from the machine. The guard did not have a new cassette this time, 
instead, he switched the channel on the monitor. The room now in view looked 
somewhat like an operating room in a hospital. In the centre of the room, 
underneath bright operating lights, was a flat metal table mounted on some 
kind of large pivoting base. The table glinted like highly polished chrome, 
reflecting the glare of the lights like a mirror. This device was clearly 
intended for use with the human body, for instead of the usual rectangle it 
was shaped like the outline of a person. Numerous seams and joints could be 
seen on the surface, denoting sections that could be moved when necessary. 
The table was also equipped with numerous black straps to hold the occupant 
in place.

"This is His Excellency's interrogation room." The guard said without 
looking at Carl. "It was here that your treachery was discovered from one of 
our enemy's soldiers. He did not survive." The man stopped at the door on his 
way out. "Pray that your wife fares better."

On the screen two guards appeared. Between them was Carl's wife, Sarah. They 
had stripped her clothes off, and she walked between the guards with short 
steps, glancing fearfully around the room. Her feet and hands were in prison 
shackles joined with chains which held her hands down at her waist. She 
looked unharmed but someone had shaved her pubic hair completely off, 
leaving her pussy completely exposed. In Sarah's mouth was a black plastic 
ring held in place with straps. The ring had grooves on top and bottom for 
her teeth and when locked in place, held her mouth open. Part of the bottom 
of the ring extended in to her mouth over her tongue, holding it down like a 
permanent tongue depressor. The effect of this was to prevent Sarah from 
speaking but still allow her to make all the other sounds that the Prince 
liked to hear from a woman in pain.

Sarah started to struggle as she was lifted onto the table, but the guards 
easily held her in place and strapped her down, removing the prison shackles. 
When the guards were finished, Sarah's body was firmly secured to the 
sections of the table. Her legs were strapped at ankle and thigh, a large 
strap at her hips just below her belly button, two straps above and below her 
breasts, straps on her wrists and arms, a thick collar on her neck, and a 
strap across her forehead. The guards left when they were finished.

Sarah was on the table, breathing in short fearful gulps, for about ten 
minutes when a man entered the room. The man was oriental, bald, and dressed 
in a doctors lab coat. He did not say a word to Sarah for the entire session. 
He performed his tasks in an emotionless, almost robotic way.

The man started off by working some controls on a wall panel. There was some 
humming from underneath the table as hydraulic pumps were activated. The 
metal table separated into components, it's leg sections moving apart until 
Sarah's legs were widely separated. The arm sections swivelled away from her 
sides and stopped only when her arms were angled back behind her head. Sarah 
was now in a spread-eagle position. The man push another control and the leg 
and arm parts of the table slowly pushed away from the main part of the 
table. Sarah cried out as her body was stretched to it's limit. When the 
table stopped moving, Sarah's body was stretched tight, her tendons could be 
seen straining at the tension from the modern rack.

The small oriental man opened a drawer and removed a tray of small metal 
objects. He placed the tray in a bracket at the side of the table and took 
one of the objects out. It was a metal clamp with a large round wheel 
attached to a screw for tightening. He placed the clamp on Sarah's thumb in 
such a way that it compressed her thumbnail when he tightened it. He only 
tightened it enough to hold it in place, then he put three more clamps on 
her other thumb and her two big toes. Two more clamps were retrieved and he 
grasped one her Sarah's breasts. Pulling the nipple up, he placed the clamp 
firmly on the base of the bud of flesh. He repeated the process with the 
other breast. He pulled one more clamp out, smaller than the others. Walking 
between her widely spread legs, he pulled at the folds of flesh around 
Sarah's clitoris, causing it to pop out into the open. The small clamp was 
tightened around her small, pink clit as she squealed at the sensation.

All of the clamps were now attached with just enough tension to hold them in 
place, although even this was sufficient to cause discomfort to Sarah's 
tender nipples and clit. The man started tightening one of the thumb clamps. 
The large wheel and fine threading on the screws caused the clamp to close 
slowly on Sarah's thumb. Suddenly her moans of discomfort turned into a 
scream of pain as the clamp compressed her thumbnail with impossible force. 
When the man was finished, the tip of Sarah's thumb was a deep red colour. 
Her cries continued as he tightened the other thumb clamp to the same degree. 
She tried in vain to twist her foot away when he approached, but it was 
grasped an her screams rose a level as the clamp compressed her toe between 
its jaws. The other toe was finished next, and now Sarah whimpered piteously 
as he approached her side an grasped her left breast in one hand while the 
other turned the wheel. Another scream peeled out as the clamp crushed her 
nipple until it was almost flat between the steel jaws. Sarah's voice was 
starting to go when her second nipple was crushed by the clamp. He was now 
between her legs, fondling the last clamp that was secured to her clitoris. 
When he tightened the clamp and Sarah's clit was squeezed between steel, she 
let out one last scream before she fainted.

Carl had long since ceased to struggle against the chair that he was fastened 
to. He just watched the monitor with helplessness as his family was tortured 
and abused for the sole purpose of revenge at his less than honest business 
practices. His only hope was that once the Prince was done extracting 
payment for Carl's treachery, Sarah and her daughters would actually be 
released. Carl had no illusions about his own fate however, he was a dead 
man.

The screen on the monitor switched to a new room, an opulent office with an 
elegant, hand carved oak desk in front of a large window. At the desk sat 
the Prince, he set some papers down as the large double doors opened. 
Stephanie, Carl's sixteen year old daughter, walked in. Her expression was 
one of pain and confusion, resulting from her experiences at dinner. She was 
dressed in her own regular clothing, a grey wool skirt, white blouse and a 
blue jacket. On her feet were low heel shoes and she was wearing no 
stockings. Following Stephanie was Sylvia, in the traditional clothing of an 
arab woman, including the almost opaque veil.

"She is ready, my lord." Sylvia said, passing a small black remote control 
to the Prince.

"We are about to have visitors from your embassy." The Prince said as he 
toyed with the remote control. "You will behave normally and act as if 
nothing odd is happening. If you are asked about the rest of your family, 
you will say that they are off sight-seeing." The Prince smiled for the 
first time. "You are aware of your preparation for this interview, now a 
small demonstration of the consequences that will result from disobedience."

With that, the Prince reached for the remote control box. The box consisted 
of a dial and four red buttons. He adjusted the dial to setting 5, the 
highest was 10. The Prince pressed a finger to the first button. Stephanie 
immediately let out a yelp, her hands flying to her chest. The button was 
released after only a second. Stephanie was still holding her chest, almost 
hyperventilating, with tears running down her face. Sylvia approached and 
pushed the teenager into a chair, wiping her face off with a cloth from 
inside her robes.

"Now we can receive our guests I think" The prince said as he pressed 
another button, this one on his desk.

The representatives from the embassy entered, were introduced to Stephanie 
and Sylvia and a short meeting took place. Throughout the meeting, the 
Prince toyed with the remote control. The dial was set on 1 or 2 at times, 
and he pressed the bottom three buttons randomly. Stephanie maintained a 
normal expression, appearing to be attentive to the meeting. But her thighs 
moved back and forth under her skirt, occasionally clenching tight together. 
When the meeting concluded, the men exchanged pleasantries and left.

The Prince sat behind his desk and nodded to Sylvia.

Sylvia led Stephanie to the front of the Prince's desk. She then walked over 
to the wall and flipped what looked like a light switch. A panel opened in 
the ceiling and, with the whir of an electric motor, a chain lowered through 
the opening. At the end of the chain were a pair of leather cuffs and these 
stopped lowering when they reached the frightened teenager's face. Sylvia 
walked over and fastened the cuffs tightly to Stephanie's wrists. Next she 
pulled the jacket off the girl's shoulders and removed the harness, placing 
the battery/control unit and receiver on the desk. Under the jacket 
Stephanie wore a harness similar to a pistol harness used by plain-clothes 
police. The difference was that instead of a pistol holster, there was a 
rectangular battery pack held under the girl's left arm, and a small 
receiver under her right arm. A thin wire ran from the receiver across her 
back to the battery controller, from there four thicker wires ran down to 
her waist, disappearing under the waistband of her skirt. Sylvia removed the 
jacket and set it aside. She then pulled the teenager's skirt down and off, 
leaving her in just her white blouse which hung down to her upper thighs. 
Sylvia now produced another pair of leather cuffs from a wall cabinet and, 
after removing the girl's shoes fastened them on her slim ankles. Grabbing 
the girl's left ankle, Sylvia clipped the ring in the cuff to an eyebolt 
mounted at the bottom corner of the desk. She repeated this with the other 
ankle. Stephanie's legs were now spread wide to each side of the desk, the 
edge of which was just below her pelvic area. She faced the Prince and 
started sobbing as the motor above started pulling her hands up again, 
taking up the slack from her fastened legs until she was stretched tight. 
Sylvia reached around behind the girl and ripped open her blouse, revealing 
to the Prince what had been done to Stephanie earlier.

Under the blouse Stephanie wore no other clothing. A wide, tight rubber belt 
was fastened around her waist. A rubber strap connected to this in the front 
ran down between her legs and was fastened at the back of the belt, drawn up 
tightly into her crotch. Three of the wires ran into this, the fourth ran up 
to the girl's pert breasts. The fourth wire split in two, one extension going 
to each of Stephanie's nipples. The wires were stripped of insulation at the 
ends and then twisted tightly around each nipple.

"You did well during that meeting." the Prince smiled. "Of course at the low 
setting, the devices inside your holes provide more pleasure than pain. 
Although I've been told that the metal contact on a woman's clitoris causes 
pain at all settings." He pressed the fourth button.

Stephanie's hips jerked. "Please stop." she squealed.

He released the button. "I noticed the younger man, Mr. Stevens, glancing at 
you several times during the meeting." The Prince noted. "Not exactly with 
fondness either, have you met him before?"

"No, that's the first time I've ever seen him." Stephanie replied.

"I'm not sure I believe you." The Prince turned the dial to 7 and pressed 
each button for a second. Stephanie's body clenched tight and vibrated as 
current flowed through her breasts, into the prod in her cunt, into the 
other prod in her anus, and through the metal contact on her clitoris. She 
screamed constantly, then fell limp when the last jolt faded. "Tell me where 
you met him and why he dislikes you so."

Stephanie spoke in gasps, "At a dance in the embassy, he danced with me, hung 
around me all evening. When he got me alone later on he tried to kiss me, he 
was very rough."

"What was your response?" The Prince asked.

"I slapped him, and told my father. He was reprimanded and he may get 
demoted" Tears were flowing freely down the poor girl's face.

"That's better." The Prince thought for a minute. "Sylvia, invite young Mr. 
Jones to a special party tonight. I think young Stephanie would like a 
chance to make amends to the gentleman."

The Prince got up and walked behind Stephanie. Sylvia activated the motor 
and lowered the girl's hands until they were at her waist, the excess chain 
on the desk. Sylvia sat down in the Prince's chair and pulled on the chain, 
forcing Stephanie the bend over across the desk. Behind Stephanie, the 
Prince lifted up the back of the shirt. Placing one hand on her ass cheek, 
he used the other to unfasten the rubber crotch strap from the back of the 
belt. When the strap was pulled out from between her legs, the anal prod 
with it's wire could be seen embedded in her anus. Below that, the cunt prod 
poked out of the girl's vagina. The Prince opened his robe, revealing a 
large, erect cock. He grasped the anal prod and pulled, it came out of the 
girl with a pop. He then pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed his erect 
cock against her small anal dimple. Stephanie started to panic now, but 
Sylvia held the chain tight, keeping the teenager stretched across the desk. 
She screamed when he thrust his large cock into her ass to the hilt in one 
motion. She continued crying out on each successive thrust. As he was about 
to come, Sylvia picked the remote box and pressed the buttons, sending 
current into her breasts, clit and cunt at the same time. The Prince came 
violently as he felt the girls body jump up, the muscles in her ass clenched 
him like a vice and pushed him over the edge.

"Get her ready for the party tonight." the Prince said. "Be sure she dresses 
exactly the same as she did at that embassy dance, her clothes should all be 
in her luggage." He pulled out of the limp girl, wiped himself with her 
shirt and left the room.

Carl woke with a start as the door opened and Sylvia walked in. Behind her 
came Stephanie, naked, being pulled along by a collar and leash. Stephanie 
was gagged with a ring gag, a hard plastic ring wedged in her front teeth 
with straps around the back of her head. The gag held her mouth wide open, 
her tongue could be seen fluttering around in the open space. Stephanie had 
been put in a harness made of black leather straps. The straps went around 
her waist, crossed her breasts and over her shoulders, meeting at the back 
of her waist. Where the straps went over a breast, there was a three inch 
diameter iron ring. The girls breasts were forced completely through the 
rings. This caused her breasts to bulge out through the painfully tight 
rings around the bases. A thin, hardened leather strap with spaced knots ran 
between her legs, threading her bare pussy lips. The straps had been 
tightened to the extreme, causing visible indentations in Stephanie's creamy, 
white skin. Her hands were in leather cuffs that linked together and 
connected to the back of the harness at her waist.

Carl looked into his daughter's eyes, what he saw there wasn't pleasant. A 
lot of pain and humiliation from her experiences with the Prince, but also a 
new found hatred for her father who had raped her. Carl was still gagged, so 
he could not say anything, but he didn't know what he would say anyway.

"Well Stephanie, let's say hello to daddy." Sylvia smiled as she moved the 
girl until she was standing in front of her seated father. "You can start by 
sitting on his lap, facing him." Sylvia said with a smile.

Tears were starting roll down Stephanie's face as she opened her legs and 
placed her naked bottom on her father's thighs, her legs on either side of 
the chair. Carl's pants were still open and his cock jumped when her bare 
mound brushed against it. Stephanie looked down briefly, only to see his 
cock, coated with her dried blood from when he raped her. "Move your hips 
girl, rub yourself on his cock." Sylvia ordered. Stephanie moaned through 
the open ring gag in protest. "You will obey, or you'll have another session 
with those electrical toys, I'll make you want to jump out of your skin this 
time." Sylvia warned.

Stephanie looked to the side as she started moving her hips. Carl felt his 
daughter's bare cunt rubbing up and down his cock. In spite of himself, his 
cock leapt to attention at the stimulation.

"Show him how nice your breasts look in the rings, rub them against his 
face." Sylvia said.

Stephanie stood up, still over his lap. Her ringed breasts came up to the 
level of his face. She started caressing his face with her protruding 
breasts. This caused more pain from the constricting rings.

"Enough, get off him." Sylvia ordered. She walked over to a cabinet and 
returned with a thin bamboo cane. Putting a hand on Stephanie's shoulder, 
she pushed the girl down to her knees. Placing the cane down behind the 
frightened teenager, Sylvia reached over to Carl and unfastened the seat
belt like strap holding his waist to the chair. Grabbing a handful of long 
brown hair, Sylvia pushed Stephanie's head down into her father's lap. 
Stephanie squealed in protest as the ring gag settled onto her father's 
cock. His erect member slipped through the ring and into her mouth. Sylvia 
shoved the girl's head down, reconnecting the lap belt over the back of her 
head. Stephanie was gagging and trying to pull her head up as Sylvia yanked 
the strap tight, pressing her face even farther down on the erect cock. Carl 
squirmed in the chair, never had he felt so utterly at odds with himself. 
His cock was lodged firmly into a struggling girl's throat and it felt 
great, at the same time he was horrified that the girl was his sixteen year 
old daughter.

"There, now that's what I call father-daughter communication." Sylvia said 
as she picked up the cane. "In fact, I think little Stephanie is going to 
get across how she feels in a very unique way." Sylvia sent the cane 
whistling across Stephanie's bent over ass.

A muffled scream came out of the poor girl as a deep red line appeared on 
the upper part of her bottom cheeks. Carl jumped too as his cock vibrated in 
her throat as muscles clenched with her scream.

"I do hope daddy's in a sexy mood, because I'm not stopping until he comes." 
Sylvia laughed as she landed another stroke, just below the first.

Another scream from Stephanie and another moan from her father as the girl's 
pain was transformed into friction on his excited cock. Stephanie's feet 
were kicking the floor as she tried to avoid the blows, but they came 
relentlessly. At the fifteenth stroke Carl was starting to approach an 
orgasm. Sylvia delivered five fast, sharp slices that drove the screaming 
teenager crazy. Carl came furiously, sending wads of semen down his 
daughter's throat. Stephanie choked and gagged but could not move away. The 
girl's bottom was criss-crossed with red lines left by the cane, at one 
point were two lines intersected a drop of blood could be seen.

"I must say, you two have a great relationship!" Sylvia said as she 
unfastened Stephanie and lifted her to her feet by the hair. "If you'll 
excuse us, Steph has to get ready for a hot date." She pushed Stephanie out 
the door without looking back. Later that evening, Stephanie stood in front 
of a tall mirror. Evidence of the past day had been washed away, although 
under the clothes she wore there were still the welts from the cane on her 
bottom. Sylvia had the girl dressed to kill, in a strapless black evening 
dress that showed off her creamy shoulders. The tops of her breasts were 
revealed in a plunging neckline that just stopped short of her nipples. The 
dress had a tight waist and the hem stopped a just a touch higher than 
mid-thigh. Under the dress she wore black, shear panties with shear 
stockings and a black garter belt. On her feet were 3 inch black heels. 
Sylvia had done her hair to perfection as well.

"Well, no wonder this Stevens guy was taken with you." Sylvia said slyly. 
"That's a very hot look for a young girl like yourself."

"Please don't make me do this." Stephanie pleaded finally. Although with 
what had happened so far, she no longer believed that there was any thing 
that was to harsh for her to do.

"Now what did we say about talking?" Sylvia said. "I don't want to mess up 
the beautiful job I've done because you forget the rules and need to be 
punished." Now Sylvia smiled. "But just in case there is still some doubt as 
to whether you can do what I've told you to do.." She walked over to a 
curtain and drew it back. Behind the curtain was a window into a dark room 
lit by only a fireplace. Sarah was in the room, naked and tied over a wooden 
trestle. A bald oriental man was anally raping the bent over woman his large 
cock. Sylvia pushed a button on the intercom device mounted beside the 
window. Instantly, Sarah's cries could be heard in time with each forward 
thrust of the large intruder in her small anal passage. A video camera was 
set nearby, no doubt recording the scene live for Carl's viewing pleasure.

"I hate to interrupt your fun, Master Li." Sylvia said. "But could you give 
us a small sample of your talent for persuasion?"

The man said nothing, but pulled out of Sarah and walked to the fireplace. 
Taking a pair of iron tongs, he lifted a small burning ember out of the 
flames. He approached Sarah's exposed ass, with the glowing material held 
before him in the tongs.

"No, please don't!" Stephanie cried, placing her hands on the window pane.

The man did not acknowledge her. Using one hand, he pried open the crack of 
her ass. He quickly placed the burning ember in her ass crack, just above 
her anus. He then dropped the tongs and used both hands to close her ass 
cheeks. Sarah let out a long, piercing scream. Her legs could be seen 
pulling franticly at their bindings as she struggled to dislodge the fire 
burning into her tender flesh. Master Li held the ember in place for a 
minute, then released her as cheeks, causing the ember to fall to the floor. 
The skin in her ass crack where the ember had been was a deep red, with 
blisters starting to form. He placed his cock back at her small anus and 
thrust into her again.

"I'm sure you understand your position now." Sylvia said, to the now crying 
teenager, as she closed the curtain. "You will meet with Mr. Stevens tonight. 
You will not speak a word unless told to. You will do everything and 
anything that he asks or Master Li will get a chance to play with young Beth."

Dale Stevens walked into the Prince's ornate office for the second time. He 
had no idea why the Prince required another meeting, the hand delivered 
message had contained no details. He also wondered if that little stuck-up 
bitch would be around again. He still entertained dark thoughts about her. 
After all, he thought, she had practically hung all over him that night, 
teasing him until he was bursting with lust, only to play the shy virgin 
when he responded in kind.

The Prince looked up from the papers on his desk. "Thank you for attending 
on such short notice." He said, as Dale sat down.

"I'm honored, as always, but I was not aware that there were any more 
official details to be ironed out since our last meeting." Dale asked as he 
sat in a plush chair.

"Indeed, that is so." The Prince said with a smile. "I had intended to 
discuss business of a more personal nature with you today."

"And what might that be?" Dale ventured warily.

"I have recently discovered that certain.... competitors of mine have been 
receiving inside information from your embassy. Also, that this information 
comes from a bright young staffer who's tastes exceed his meager civil 
service salary." The Prince said smoothly.

"Are you accusing me of ..." Dale replied indignantly. Although he knew 
exactly what the Prince was talking about.

"Not at all. Just pointing out the possibilities if this information were 
true." The Prince gestured expansively. "For instance, it might be 
advantageous to me if the information going to my competition were to cross 
my desk first. It would allow me advance notice of certain things, perhaps 
some of the material could be slightly altered before reaching the 
opposition's eyes. I would be appreciative to the individual in ways that my 
competitor cannot."

Now this was getting interesting, Dale thought. But he still had to play 
this cool until he was sure that this joker was on the level.

"I still have no idea what you're talking about." Dale replied, hoping that 
his deception was visible, but not too visible.

"Let me demonstrate." The Prince said generously as he pressed a button on 
his desk. "My competitors offer financial reward for services rendered I'm 
sure, and I do the same. But I believe that I can offer, shall we say a 
'perk' that they can't match."

The Prince became silent as Stephanie walked into the room, followed by 
Sylvia. Dale's jaw almost hit the floor. It was her! The little tramp was 
dressed exactly as she had been that night. The same sexy black dress, hair 
done the same way, hell, he thought, even her perfume smelled the same. 
Sylvia was in her working clothes, a white lab coat that ended at mid thigh 
with white stockings and heels.

"I believe you have already met Stephanie." The Prince said." Say hello to 
my guest Stephanie."

"Hello Mr. Stevens." Stephanie said in a quiet voice.

"Young Stephanie has agreed, for personal reasons, to be owned by me for a 
period of time." The Prince said as he came around the desk and stood beside 
her. "Until an as yet undetermined future date, this young lady belongs to me 
in body, if not in soul." He placed a hand lightly on a bare shoulder. "And 
possessions of mine I can of course bestow upon others as 'gifts' for their 
loyalty and service."

"Is some kind of game?" Dale asked irritably. "If you have something to say, 
please say it. Otherwise I'll take my leave now."

"Very well Mr. Stevens." The Prince said. "Your people lack the grace of 
polite conversation. But I do can be abrasively direct when I desire. What I 
am offering is, in addition to the usual financial arrangements, the use of 
young Stephanie in exchange for the informational items mentioned earlier."

"You've got to be kidding!" Dale exclaimed, although he noticed a deep blush 
coloring the pretty teenager's face.

"Stephanie, kneel in front of Mr. Stevens and kiss his shoes until I tell you
to stop." The Prince ordered. Stephanie slowly kneeled before Dale's chair. 
Dale watched her pretty head lower to his shoes. He almost died when he felt 
her lips pressing against the toe of his leather dress shoes.

"As you can see, she will accommodate anything you desire without complaint." 
The Prince smiled. "Do we have an equitable deal?"

"Yes." Carl breathed, still staring at Stephanie's bare shoulders in the 
strapless, black dress as she continued kissing his shoes.

"Very well." The Prince said. "I other business that requires my attention. 
Feel free to use the girl for the rest of the evening, Sylvia will assist you."

The Prince left the room. Dale was still speechless, staring down at a 
formally stuck up young tease, as she continued kissing his shoes. Dale's 
imagination was running wild.

He turned to Sylvia. "I can do anything I want with her?"

"Anything at all, she belongs to you temporarily." Sylvia replied. "But you 
must not cause any permanent damage to her. Our master frowns upon de-valuing
property that he lends out."

"Why isn't she saying anything about this?" He asked.

"She has certain instructions to follow." Sylvia said. "She is not to speak 
unless told to by you."

"She will do anything I ask without force?"

"Yes, however you may also use her with force if you like." Sylvia said with 
a sly grin. She could almost see the drool coming out of this guy's mouth.

"Stephanie, take my shoes and socks off." Dale ventured. The girl stopped 
kissing his shoes and took them off his feet, pulling his socks off as well.

"Now you may lick and suck my toes for a while." Dale said as he smiled down 
at her. There was the briefest hesitation before he felt warm, soft lips 
engulf one of his big toes. He ran a hand along her exposed shoulders, 
thinking how much fun he was going to have with his pretty new slave. When 
he tired of the soft lips and tongue playing with his toes, he lifted her up 
by the hair so that she was kneeling upright in front of him.

"May I point out that you look particularly stunning tonight Steph." He said 
looking her in the eye for the first time since she slapped him at the embassy.

"Put your hands behind your head and keep them there." He ordered. Reaching 
for her, he placed one hand on the side of her face and gently cupped her 
soft breast through the dress with the other.

"You weren't very impressed the last time I did this, eh?" He said as his 
hand started rolling her breast around. "I do recall getting a nice stiff 
nipple reaction before you so rudely interrupted me. Of course, there will 
be no interruption this time." He pulled down the dress cup that was barely 
covering her breast, revealing a perfectly shaped breast with a very erect 
nipple. He quickly pulled down the other cup, leaving both bare before his 
hungry gaze.

"Wet your fingers and play with your nipples for me." He said as he pulled 
his cock out of his pants. She hesitated for a second until she felt a hand 
grasping her hair, pulling her head back. Sylvia looked down at her, there 
was no mistaking the message in her eyes. Stephanie licked her fingers and 
started caressing her own nipples. Her face blushed as she watched the 
excited eyes of this hated man watching her stimulate her own body.

"Turn around and bend over." Dale ordered. Stephanie turned around on her 
knees and lowered herself to her hands. Then she felt a hand between her 
shoulder blades shove her head to the floor, leaving her bottom stuck up in 
the air before Dale's hungry eyes.

"What have you people been doing with her?" He asked, running his hands up 
the outside of her thighs, lifting the hem of the dress up to her waist. 
This revealed black garters and a skimpy pair of black lace panties. The 
panties covered very little of Stephanie's bottom cheeks, and criss-crossing 
red lines decorated the pale skin.

"She was caned recently, as you can tell." Sylvia said as she knelt with her 
knees on either side of the teenager's head. "All of her holes have been 
broken in, she was a virgin when she came to us."

Dale pulled the small panties down to the girl's thighs. With her bottom 
stuck up in the air the way it was, Dale could immediately see the pretty, 
bare cunt and above that, the small dimple of her anus. He cupped the moist 
lips of her pussy with one hand while tickling her anal entrance with the 
thumb of his other hand.

"Too bad, I would have liked to have done that myself. But this little bitch 
turned into an ice queen just as we got rolling." He punctuated 'bitch' by 
shoving his thumbs into both of her dry holes, producing a short cry and 
some squirming of the pretty, young girl. A sharp slap from Sylvia on the 
girl's hip stifled the cry and stopped the movement. Dale moved his thumb 
back and forth in her anal passage, watching with fascination as the tight 
little ring of flesh clung to the intruding digit.

He stood up, opening his pants and pulling out a very erect cock. "Roll her 
over, I want to see her face when she gets fucked."

Sylvia grabbed Stephanie and flipped her onto her back. She grasped the 
youth's stocking- covered ankles and pulled them back and apart, leaving her 
bare privates lifted and spread for the grinning man. He stared at the 
frightened girl's eyes as he knelt before her and placed his erect cock at 
the entrance to her pussy. She let out a short gasp as he shoved the length 
of his cock into her tight pussy. She turned her head away, but he grabbed 
her chin and roughly forced her face towards his as he began pumping into 
her with slow thrusts. Seeing that the man's body would hold the girl in 
place, Sylvia released the ankles she was holding. Standing up, she opened 
her lab coat and let it slip to the floor. Underneath she wore nothing but 
white garters to hold up the stockings.

"Wow, do I get to play with you to?" Dale said with wide eyes as he continued 
fucking the beautiful, young teenager.

"No." Sylvia said with a hint of disgust. "I'm here to help you enjoy the 
Prince's gift. Towards that end I will do anything you wish."

Dale thought for a moment. "I hate to have all the fun by myself, why don't 
you sit on the little slut's face and let her eat you?"

Sylvia smiled as she moved forward putting her heeled feet were on either 
side of the girl's head. Stephanie stared up into the woman's hairy cunt as 
it was gently lowered towards her face. She tried to shift away, but Dale 
kept her pinned with his thrusting body and his hand on her chin held her 
face straight up. Sylvia sighed as she settled down on the teenager's face. 
She shifted herself so that the wet lips of her cunt pushed down on the 
girl's closed lips.

"Open your mouth please." Sylvia said, as she moved herself back and forth 
on the girl's face. "I want to feel your tongue inside me, I'm sure you 
don't want to be punished in front of your new friend."

Stephanie, face now soaked with the excretions of the hot cunt that was 
almost smothering her, opened her mouth and extended her tongue into 
Sylvia's cunt. Immediately she had to swallow the flood of juices that 
started pouring into her mouth.

On seeing this, Dale started pumping faster and quickly shot a load of semen 
into the young girl. He pulled out and sat back, still watching Sylvia grind 
her hips over Stephanie's face.

"What else can I do to her?" Dale asked as Sylvia closed her eyes in a 
silent orgasm.

"I think you might want to deal with the issue of her slapping you in 
public." Sylvia said as she lifted herself off the girl. Stephanie's face 
was wet with Sylvia's fluids as well as her own tears.

"Yeah, that would teach the little bitch as lesson, what can I do?" Dale was 
practically salivating at the thought of punishing this girl with her 
'holier than thou' attitude.

"There is another room in the palace that is well suited to this kind of 
thing, follow me." Sylvia instructed as she pulled Stephanie up by the hair 
and pushed her out of the room. Dale quickly pulled up his pants and 
followed.

Stephanie was on her knees in the new room, naked save for a set of heavy 
leather straps. In addition to the usual ankle and wrist cuffs, she now had 
thick straps on each thigh and a large belt digging into her midsection. 
Sylvia was busy arranging several chains connected to pulleys on the walls 
to either side of the girl. The room was fairly small, with various rings 
and pulleys connected to many places on the walls. The only other item in 
the room was a large cabinet, which was being inspected by an excited Dale.

"How would you like her arranged for punishment?" Sylvia asked.

"What is the best position?" He responded as he picked up an item from 
inside the cabinet. "And what is this thing?" He lifted up a large 
transparent plastic tube with a plunger on one end and what looked like a 
large nozzle on the other.

"That would depend on what method of punishment you wish to use." Sylvia 
smiled. "That instrument is a type of enema, you can fill it up with 
various liquids and insert the nozzle into a girl's ass. Then you can use 
the plunger to force the liquid into her bowels. You can do it more than 
once to increase the volume of liquid she has to hold. She will start to 
have severe cramps and the pain is excruciating." Sylvia smiled. "It is a 
favorite of the Prince, especially with young, small girls."

"Have you done this to her yet?" He asked.

"No, although her little sister received a mild enema earlier." Sylvia 
said. "Would you like to try? It is very exciting when the severe cramps 
start, along with the screams."

He walked in front of Stephanie and held the large nozzle up to her face. 
"Yes, I think that will do nicely" Dale smile into the terrified teenager's 
tear streaked face.

Sylvia pushed the girl's shoulder down so that she was on her hands and 
knees. The chains came next, two chains connected her wrist cuffs to pulleys 
at floor level on each opposing wall. The same was done to her ankle cuffs 
and thigh straps. Two large chains from the ceiling connected to either side 
of the waist strap. Sylvia then tightened the chains. Stephanie's ankles 
were held apart, the chains on her thighs held them open, and the waist 
chains kept her bottom from dropping when her knees were pulled apart. 
Stephanie's weight was partially supported by her knees and partially by the 
waist chains. Finally the wrist chains pulled her arms as far as possible 
along the floor to either side. Without the support of her arms, her upper 
torso to fell to the floor. Dale walked behind the teenager. The effect was 
incredible, the girl's bottom was up in the air, thighs held apart, her 
chest and head bent down to the floor.

Sylvia retrieved a plastic basin from the cabinet and started filling it 
with hot water from a faucet in the wall. As it was filling she added some 
soap solution from a small bottle, causing the water to bubble slightly. 
When the basin was full, she placed it beneath Stephanie's spread thighs and 
motioned for Dale to begin.

Dale placed the large nozzle into the hot water and pulled the plunger back. 
The hot, bubbly liquid was drawn up into the transparent cylinder. He then 
carefully placed the tip against the girl's small anal opening. He smiled as 
he forced the device into Stephanie, her small opening stretched wide to 
accommodate the large nozzle. This extracted a long moan from Stephanie, who 
had been mostly silent until now. When the device was fully inserted, Dale 
reached back to the fully extended plunger and began pressing it home. 
Stephanie immediately started shaking her body within the limits of the 
chains, crying out as vicious hot liquid was forced into her bowels. When 
the device was empty Dale withdrew it from the crying teenager's ass. 
Immediately, Sylvia reached down and forced a large, rubber plug into the 
distended opening.

"We don't want the little darling letting go early do we?" She said. "It 
usually helps if you make her jump around a little after taking one of 
those, it kind of loosens her up inside" Sylvia said as she held the plug in 
place. "You can use that whip in the cupboard on her back for now."

Dale found the whip, it was a series of long, knotted leather attached to a 
handle. He walked to the whimpering girl and let the leather strands run 
across the side of her face.

"You know," He said, smiling sarcastically down at Stephanie's tear-streaked 
face. "You're not such a bad date after all!" He punctuated the sentence 
with the whip, sending a hard blow into her back. Instantly, red lines ap
peared where the leather cords cut into her pale skin. Dale delivered 
several strokes across the girl's back, getting a sharp cry from her with 
every impact.

"Time for her second helping" Sylvia said as she pulled the plug out from 
Stephanie's ass.

Dale quickly re-filled the plastic cylinder and plunged another dose of hot 
water into Stephanie. When it was done, Sylvia re-inserted the plug into the 
now constantly moaning girl. This time Dale picked out a kind of metal cane. 
The device consisted of a rubber handle attached to a thin, flexible metal 
rod. The rod was three feet long and about as thick as a car antenna.

"That is usually best on the backs of her legs." Sylvia advised.

Dale rested the rod on the back of a slim calve, the raised it up and 
brought it down with a quick stroke. Stephanie let out an astonished scream, 
a thin red line appeared on the back of her leg. He gave her four more 
slices on her calves before he had an idea of his own. He stepped back and 
sent a whistling slice into the sole of her left foot. Stephanie screamed 
her most agonized cry yet and leaped against the chains. He sent another cut 
into her right foot and she jumped around for a few minutes before 
collapsing.

"You've made her faint." Sylvia noted. "Get ready to give her another dose 
of water while I wake her up."

Dale re-filled the cylinder for the third time and shoved it into the girl's 
stretched anus. Sylvia held a small vial under Stephanie's nose and the girl 
jerked awake, eyes wide as the plunger started shoving more water into her 
bowels. When the device was again empty, Dale felt under the girl's belly. 
He was not surprised to find a slight swelling due to the amount of water he 
had injected into her.

"This time I think you might enjoy plugging her yourself." Sylvia smiled as 
she ran a hand through Stephanie's hair.

Dale got the message. He dropped his pants and placed his painfully erect 
cock at the teenager's nether entrance. Stephanie screamed in protest, but 
it was lost in a gasp as he shoved his length into her already overpressured 
bowels.

Dale sighed as he started pumping into Stephanie's bowels, some of the water 
starting to leak out around him. This Prince sure knows how to live, he 
thought to himself.
 
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