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Making of a Harem Slave (Mdom-F, slave)
by Anonymous - 1991
At dawn Christina was roused from a sleepless night.  Her mindwas in a whirl after her shocking abduction.  It was all so swift andsmooth -- the men had come at dusk when she was alone in her secludedhome, and had grabbed her and handcuffed her.  In a second she wasforced to show them her room, where they gathered up her prettiestdresses and underwear, and stuffed them into suitcases.  They alsotook a quantity of her mother's brassieres, panties, corsets, andhose.  Then it was away in a van as it got dark.  She was strapped onto a mattress, gagged and hooded.  No chance at all.  It was pitchdark as she was hustled into a house, and quickly stripped of herjeans, T-shirt and thongs.  She was thrown on to a bed in a darkenedroom, still bound and gagged.  A leather collar was tightened roundher neck, and chained to the bed.Now as dawn broke, with heart pounding she felt the strong armsof a captor release her neck chain, and raise her from the bed.Terror and a certain thrill surged through her bones.  Although shewas used, of course, like all American girls, to appearing in publicin rather revealing bikini swimsuits, she had never stood before a manin her underwear.  The farthest she had gone was to let her boyfriendunbutton her blouse and caress the smooth fabric of her bra.  But shedid not feel embarrassed -- just very apprehensive.She was taken to a punishment room next door.  Her wrists werestill bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ball gag held hermouth wide open.  Her captor took her to a spot in the room where ironrings were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel down.Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked them to the rings inthe floor so her ankles were close together.  He had forgotten toremove her bikini pants, so he did the job with a knife.  Christinashuddered and began to perspire in horror as her nakedness wasexposed.  Next he unhooked her brassiere.  She felt cool air on herbeautiful round breasts.  How often at home she had stroked andadmired the lovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly endowedher, wondering who would be the first to be dazzled by her nakedcharms.  Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress, seemed toagree with his young victim, for he could not resist feeling the firmglobes with his coarse hands.  He went to the wall, which was hungwith straps, chains, harnesses, and various instruments ofchastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back athin leather harness.  Carefully he draped this round her breasts,crossing over the shoulder straps at her back, and securing themtightly to the cross strap that went under her arms.  Then he liftedChristina's wrists and locked them tightly to the breast harness, sothat she had to bend forward to ease the discomfort.  Next he fetcheda discipline helmet.  As soon as he loosened the ball gag, Christinagasped and started pleading for mercy.  But in reply he slipped theugly black helmet clean over her pretty face.  Through zipperedopenings her nervous eyes peered out.Through the mouth slit he proceeded to insert a big rubber dildogag until it filled her mouth.  The girl struggled as best she couldagainst this indignity, but he forced it well in until he was able tosnap the zipper shut.  Gag and blindfold were then tightened withstraps at the back of the head.  Lastly, he brought down a chain fromthe ceiling and locked it to a metal ring on the top of the helmet.The chain was tightened, drawing the slim body into an uncomfortableerect position.After what seemed like hours, Christina felt hands adjusting herstraps.  The cruel helmet left her in total darkness, her mouth gaggedwith the big rubber gag, her ears blocked to all sounds, and tears andsweat in a hot sticky mixture all over her face.But at last her ankles were freed from the floor, and strong armsraised her to her feet.  The chain at the top of her head slackened,and she felt the cold links touch her bare shoulder.  The it wasremoved.But, more restraint was to come, and worse.  The Arab led hisslave captive to a post, and proceeded to stand her back against it.She leaned forward because her arms were still secured high behind herback with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightlystrapped to the cold iron post.  Then her knees.  Then her thighs.Then her waist.  She had to take a deep breath to accommodate thetight strap.  Then her wrists were unshackled, and were drawn upbehind her and above her head, and again secured behind the post.  Thecaptor removed the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work.He seemed well pleased.  Her full rounded breasts were drawn up tofull prominence by her stretched arms, contrasting with her slim waistand flat tummy.  He examined and tweaked her nipples.  Christinadreaded what was to come.  When she was restrained in a kneelingposition, uncomfortable though it was, at least, she thought, herprivate parts were protected by her knees.  Now she was nakedly openand totally defenseless as never before in her young life.  Even thetight straps, gripping her legs close together, were a source ofcomfort in her terrible situation.  Christina wriggled as best shecould to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arab haddone his job expertly.  She sobbed and sobbed in despair.Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn stretched figure at the post,another Arab had come in.  He prepared Christina for the nextoperation.  He brought a table and a box of instruments, a hypodermicneedle, and two small shining stainless steel rings...Christina spent a fitful night.  Every time she turned orstretched, she was painfully aware of her wrists chained to her newnipple rings.  As before, a short chain held her leather collar, whichshe was quite unable to reach with her chained hands, to the head ofthe bed.  Further, she could feel her two breasts chained togetherwith a loose festoon of chain with a larger link in the middle, andfrom this across her body and legs presumably to the foot of the bed.The helmet was replaced by the original ball gag, so her pretty mouthwas now sore and distorted from the various gags she had worn.After what seemed many hours, her captor came in and untied herbed chains.  He explained that His Serene Highness the Sheik of AbuNessary, her new Master, was ready to see her.  He washed hertear-stained face, removed the gag, and combed her long blondetresses.  She must keep her hands clasped in front of her under herbreasts, and must kneel and kiss the feet of His Highness.  The shemust kneel upright and look him in the face while he told her of herfate.  She must say nothing except "Yes, My Lord."After these brief instructions, he grasped the two chains of hischarge, and with a riding crop in his right hand, propelled theterrified female down some corridors into a room of great luxury.Seated on a sort of dais was the sheik.  It was difficult to see muchof him due to his Arab headdress, black beard, and dark glasses.  Thetrembling teenage slave knelt and did as she was bid, while the slavemaster held her chains as if she were a dog.His Highness began: "My servant will have told you who I am.After much search I have chosen you to be a slave in my harem.  Nowhite girl has yet had the honor to fulfill such a role.  You are nowtotally my captive and under my control, so I want you to put away anythoughts of escape or release.  We find that the discipline helmet andrestraints that you wore yesterday are most effective for reminding aslave of her total lack of freedom, and of her absolute dependenceupon her knew master.  It was necessary for you to undergo the short,sharp shock of strict bondage to get you to quickly realize that youhave suddenly left once and for all the carefree, affluent life of anAmerican teen.  But you have not suffered yet, except perhaps a littlesoreness in the nipples.  We find it wiser to put our new captivesasleep while we insert the elegant steel rings into their breasts, butyou will soon be proud to wear this adornment and the brass chainjoining the rings, as an honorable mark of slavery in my kingdom.  Letme say that the rings and chain are a happy addition to your alreadyconsiderable feminine charms.  Also we have taken the precaution offitting you with one of my special chastity belts, because you areentirely mine and only mine. No one will take your virginity until Iam ready to do so, and I do not want to place my servants under unduetemptation, obedient though they are.  A pretty young blonde Americangirl with a beautiful figure is quite rare in our desert kingdom, youunderstand, especially when she is unclothed!"Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country -- it isillegal to own slaves, as you know.  My dungeons in my desert palacein north Yemen are well equipped for the purpose, and it is there thatyou are to fulfill your chosen role.  A position of high honor asSlave of the Royal Bedchamber and of Sexual Rituals and Delights.Moreover we must leave the country at once.  So we fly to Yemen thisevening in my private Boeing 707, and you will never see this countryagain, or have any contact or communication with your family orfriends. You will be out of reach of any would-be rescuers, who willhave no idea whatsoever of your whereabouts.  And so you will be ableto devote yourself whole-heartedly to learning the disciplines andarts of Arabic slavery.  You will go to the airport in a crate marked"Antique Furniture -- Handle With Care," along with twenty othersimilar crates, each containing a genuine antique.  For an hour or so,it will be extremely uncomfortable for you, as you will be verytightly strapped in a seat in the crate, and heavily gagged.  But wewill give you a drug so that you can relax.  It is necessary toconceal your presence while the customs men measure up the crate.But once away from the United States, you will be released, and willbe able to enjoy the 14 hour flight to my desert kingdom."Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue your trainingunder my chief slave trainer, who is keen to start his work.  Yourtraining will enhance your charms, talents, and skills, but your proudand independent spirit must be broken.  By day, you will sometimes beable to wear pretty western clothes, exotic underwear, and so on. Youwill learn to speak Arabic, to understand the Moslem religion, tobelly dance, cook and play music.  But above all you will learn todisplay your body and charms to me at any time of day or night, and toany of my visitors and friends that I choose -- with the samesweetness and docility that I will expect myself."On arrival, you will receive a few more days of strict bondagein my private dungeons, to get used to the heat and the smells ofYemen. Then next week you will be initiated to the program offlagellation which is necessary to make you tough, willing andsubmissive at all times."The first few days you will receive the spanking paddle on yourposterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first, quite mild, until yougradually get used to the discipline and ecstasy of pain.  You will,of course, be suitably restrained to present your buttocks as aconvenient target.  We find it is wise to gag the slaves at first, asthey otherwise are apt to use up all their energies screaming -- andmoreover may be tempted to scream obscenities at the whipmaster, whichonly prolongs their agony.  He is very experienced, and has reducedover a hundred females, Arab, Indian, Israeli, and African, tocomplete willing subservience in a few weeks of treatment."Then you will have a week of the rhino-hide cane. This will hurtyou more, but you will be more accustomed to pain by then.  He isunlikely to cut your flesh, but it will raise beautiful wheals thatyou will delight to feel and see, and which I hope you will be proudof."Then after your training with the cane, by which time you willbe more accustomed to our 120 degree heat, flies, and other creaturesthat inhabit our dungeons, you will be trained with the dog whip.Although you will be well used to pain by this time, you will findthis rather terrifying at first.  You will be strung up by your arms,quite naked on in a very exposed position (of course all of ourwhipping stations are carefully chosen to expose a slave's pretty fleshto the hot kiss of all the chastisement we design for you).  Thewhipmaster usually finds this task too exacting to be carried out inordinary Arab dress, so he wears black rubber from head to foot --rather fearsome.  And he will not just work on your posterior ashitherto. You will see him raise the big black whip; you will hear thewhistle as he curls it round your exposed body; but you will not knowwhere he will strike.  This is part of the fun.  You have to guess! Ilike to come and watch this myself, and sometimes I wield the whipmyself to keep in shape, though I do not have his muscles or skill.But wherever it lands it will hurt and leave its mark, as you willsee.  Oh no, you will not soon forget the kiss of the lash."By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it will be time totest your pretty young self with the cat o'nine tails.  I expect youhave heard of this delicious instrument of torture.  As before, youwill be strung up, quite exposed, and will be able to play the game ofguessing where the tails will land.  It makes a delightful singing asit flies through the air, and believe me, my dear young slave, eachtail will do its work on your soft young flesh.  The weals will beuncountable, and will be visible for eight weeks after the ordeal. Butyou will learn to stand up stiff and straight (of course the chainsand thongs will prevent your collapsing) under this onslaught, whichhappens with increasing severity for seven days.  After that, we willsee how willing and ready you are for the work of Special Slave to theSheik of Abu Nessary. Perhaps more discipline will be needed -- we'llsee.  In any case, the chief slave trainer likes to see his pupilsback for refresher training every few months, if only because some ofmy guests like to see the stripes on the slave assigned to entertainthem, and of course they like to see a young slave girl soundlywhipped.  I even allow my closest friends and family to do the workthemselves, which is why I keep a strong harem of the finest slavesgirls in the east."The exalted ruler waved his sceptre, and the quaking teen slavewas jerked to her feet by the chains.  She again kissed the feet ofher new owner, turned and followed the slave master to the packingroom. The new piece of antique furniture would be well packed.