At dawn Christina was roused from a sleepless night. Hermind was in a whirl after her shocking abduction. It was all soswift and smooth -- the men had come at dusk when she was alonein her secluded home, and had grabbed her and handcuffed her.In a second she was forced to show them her room, where theygathered up her prettiest dresses and underwear, and stuffedthem into suitcases. They also took a quantity of hermother's brassieres, panties, corsets, and hose. Then it wasaway in a van as it got dark. She was strapped on to amattress, gagged and hooded. No chance at all.It was pitch dark as she was hustled into a house, andquickly stripped of her jeans, T-shirt and thongs. She wasthrown on to a bed in a darkened room, still bound andgagged. A leather collar was tightened round her neck, andchained to the bed. Now as dawn broke, with heart pounding she felt thestrong arms of a captor release her neck chain, and raiseher from the bed. Terror and a certain thrill surged throughher bones. Although she was used, of course, like all americangirls, to appearing in public in rather revealing bikiniswimsuits, she had never stood before a man in her underwear.The farthest she had gone was to let her boyfriend unbuttonher blouse and carress the smooth fabric of her bra. But she didnot feel embarrassed -- just very apprehensive. She was taken to a punishment room next door. Her wristswere still bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ballgag held her mouth wide open. Her captor took her to a spotin the room where iron rings were mounted in the floor, and herehe made her kneel down. Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs,and locked them to the rings in the floor so her ankles wereclose together. He had forgotten to remove her bikini pants,so he did the job with a knife. Christina shuddered and beganto perspire in horror as her nakedness was exposed. Next heunhooked her brassiere. She felt cool air on her beautiful roundbreasts. How often at home she had stroked and admired thelovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly endowedher, wondering who would be the first to be dazzled by hernaked charms. Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by hisdress, seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could notresist feeling the firm globes with his coarse hands.He went to the wall, which was hung with straps, chains, har-nesses, and various insturments of chastisement unknown tothe young American girl, and brought back a thin leatherharness. Carefully he draped this round her breasts, crossingover the shoulder straps at her back, and securing themtightly to the cross strap that went under her arms.Then he lifted Christina's wrists and locked them tightly tothe breast harness, so that she had to bend forward to easethe discomfort. Next he fetched a discipline helmet. As soonas he loosened the ball gag, Christina gasped and startedpleading for mercy. But in reply he slipped the ugly blackhelmet clean over her pretty face. Through zippered openingsher nervous eyes peered out. Through the mouth slit he proceeded to insert a bigrubber dildo gag until it filled her mouth. The girlstruggled as best she could against this indignity, buthe forced it well in until he was able to snap the zippershut. Gag and blindfold were then tightened with straps atthe back of the head. Lastly, he brought down a chain from theceiling and locked it to a metal ring on the top of the helmet.The chain was tightened, drawing the slim body into anuncomfortable erect position.After what seemed like hours, Christina felt handsadjusting her straps. The cruel helmet left her in totaldarkness, her mouth gagged with the big rubber gag, her earsblocked to all sounds, and tears and sweat in a hot stickymixture all over her face. But at last her ankles were freed from the floor, andstrong arms raised her to her feet. The chain at the top of herhead slackened, and she felt the cold links touch her bareshoulder. The it was removed. But, more restraint was to come, and worse. The Arabled his slave captive to a post, and proceeded to stand herback against it. She leaned forward because her arms werestill secured high behind her back with the breast harness.She felt her ankles being tightly strapped to the cold ironpost. Then her knees. Then her thighs. Then her waist. She hadto take a deep breath to accommodate the tight strap. Thenher wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up behind her andabove her head, and again secured behind the post. The captorremoved the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work.He seemed well pleased. Her full rounded breasts were drawn upto full prominence by her streached arms, contrasting withher slim waist and flat tummy. He examined and tweaked hernipples. Christina dreaded what was to come. When she wasrestrained in a kneeling position, uncomfortable though it was,at least, she thought, her private parts were protected by herknees. Now she was nakedly open and totally defenceless asnever before in her young life. Even the tight straps,gripping her legs close together, were a source of comfort inher terrible situation. Christina wriggled as best she could tosee if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arabhad done his job expertly. She sobbed and sobbed in despair. Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn streached figure at thepost, another Arab had come in. He prepared Christina for thenext operation. He brought a table and a box of instru-ments, a hypodermic needle, and two small shining stainlesssteel rings... Christina spent a fitful night. Every time she turned orstretched, she was painfully aware of her wrists chained to hernew nipple rings. As before, a short chain held her leathercollar, which she was quite unable to reach with her chainedhands, to the head of the bed. Further, she could feel her twobreasts chained together with a loose festoon of chain with alarger link in the middle, and from this across her body andlegs presumably to the foot of the bed. The helmet wasreplaced by the original ball gag, so her pretty mouth was nowsore and distorted from the various gags she had worn. After what seemed many hours, her captor came in anduntied her bed chains. He explained that His Serene Highnessthe Sheik of Abu Nessary, her new Master, was ready to see her.He washed her tear-stained face, removed the gag, and combedher long blonde tresses. She must keep her hands clasped infront of her under her breasts, and must kneel and kissthe feet of His Highness. The she must kneel upright and lookhim in the face while he told her of her fate. She must saynothing except "Yes, My Lord." After these brief instructions, he grasped the two chainsof his charge, and with a riding crop in his right hand,propelled the terrified female down some corridors into a roomof great luxury. Seated on a sort of dais was the sheik. It wasdifficult to see much of him due to his Arab headdress, blackbeard, and dark glasses. The trembling teenage slave knelt anddid as she was bid, while the slave master held her chains as ifshe were a dog. His Highness began: "My servant will have told youwho I am. After much search I have chosen you to be a slavein my harem. No white girl has yet had the honor to fulfillsuch a role. You are now totally my captive and under my con-trol, so I want you to put away any thoughts of escapeor release. We find that the discipline helmet andrestraints that you wore yesterday are most effective forreminding a slave of her total lack of freedom, and of herabsolute dependence upon her knew master. It was neces-sary for you to undergo the short, sharp shock of strictbondage to get you to quickly realize that you have suddenlyleft once and for all the carefree, affluent life of an Americanteen. But you have not suffered yet, except perhaps a littlesoreness in the nipples. We find it wiser to put our newcaptives asleep while we insert the elegant steel ringsinto their breasts, but you will soon be proud to wear thisadornment and the brass chain joining the rings, as an honorablemark of slavery in my kingdom. Let me say that the ringsand chain are a happy addition to your already considerablefeminine charms. Also we have taken the precaution of fittingyou with one of my special chastity belts, because you areentirely mine and only mine. No one will take your virginityuntil I am ready to do so, and I do not want to place myservants under undue temptation, obedient though they are. Apretty young blonde American girl with a beautiful figure isquite rare in our desert kingdom, you understand, especiallywhen she is unclothed!
"Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country -- itis illegal to own slaves, as you know. My dungeons in mydesert palace in north Yemen are well equipped for thepurpose, and it is there that you are to fulfill your chosenrole. A position of high honor as Slave of the Royal Bedchamberand of Sexual Rituals and Delights. Moreover we must leave thecountry at once. So we fly to Yemen this evening in myprivate Boeing 707, and you will never see this country again,or have any contact or communication with your family or friends.You will be out of reach of any would-be rescuers, who willhave no idea whatsoever of your whereabouts. And so youwill be able to devote yourself whole-heartedly to learningthe disciplines and arts of Arabic slavery. You will goto the airport in a crate marked "Antique Furniture -- HandleWith Care," along with twenty other similar crates, eachcontaining a genuine antique. For an hour or so, it will beextremely uncomfortable for you, as you will be very tightlystrapped 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 thecrate. But once away from the United States, you will bereleased, and will be able to enjoy the 14 hour flight to mydesert kingdom. "Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue yourtraining under my chief slave trainer, who is keen to start hiswork. Your training will enhance your charms, talents, andskills, but your proud and independent spirit must be broken.By day, you will sometimes be able to wear pretty westerncloths, exotic underwear, and so on. You will learn to speakArabic, to understand the Moslem religion, to belly dance,cook and play music. But above all you will learn to displayyour 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 strictbondage in my private dungeons, to get used to the heat andthe smells of Yemen. Then next week you will be initiated tothe program of flagellation which is necessary to make you tough,willing and submissive at all times. "The first few days you will receive the spankingpaddle on your posterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first,quite mild, until you gradually get used to the disciplineand ecstacy of pain. You will, of course, be suitablyrestrained to present your buttocks as a convenient target. Wefind it is wise to gag the slaves at first, as they otherwiseare apt to use up all their energies screaming -- and moreovermay be tempted to scream obscenities at the whipmaster, whichonly prolongs their agony. He is very experienced, and hasreduced over a hundred females, Arab, Indian, Israeli, andAfrican, to complete willing subservience in a few weeks oftreatment. "Then you will have a week of the rhino-hide cane. Thiswill hurt you more, but you will be more accustomed to pain bythen. He is unlikely to cut your flesh, but it will raisebeautiful wheals that you will delight to feel and see, and whichI hope you will be proud of. "Then after your training with the cane, by which timeyou will be more accustomed to our 120 degree heat, flies, andother creatures that inhabit our dungeons, you will betrained with the dog whip. Although you will be well used topain by this time, you will find this rather terrifying at first.You will be strung up by your arms, quite naked on in a veryexposed position (of course all of our whipping stations arecarefully chosen to expose a slaves pretty flesh to the hotkiss of all the chastisement we design for you). The whipmasterusually 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 yourposterior as hitherto. You will see him raise the big blackwhip; you will hear the whistle as he curls it round yourexposed body; but you will not know where he will strike. Thisis part of the fun. You have to guess! I like to come and watchthis myself, and sometimes I weild the whip myself to keep inshape, though I do not have his muscles or skill. But whereverit lands it will hurt and leave its mark, as you will see. Oh no,you will not soon forget the kiss of the lash. "By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it willbe time to test your pretty young self with the cat o'ninetails. I expect you have heard of this delicious instrument oftorture. As before, you will be strung up, quite exposed, andwill be able to play the game of guessing where the tails willland. It makes a delightful singing as it flies through theair, and believe me, my dear young slave, each tail will do itswork on your soft young flesh. The weals will be uncountable,and will be visible for eight weeks after the ordeal. But youwill learn to stand up stiff and straight (of course thechains and thongs will prevent your collapsing) under thisonslaught, which happens with increasing severity for sevendays. After that, we will see how willing and ready you arefor the work of Special Slave to the Sheik of Abu Nessary.Perhaps more discipline will be needed -- we'll see. In any case,the chief slave trainer likes to see his pupils back forrefresher training every few months, if only because some ofmy guests like to see the stripes on the slave assigned toentertain them, and of course they like to see a young slave girlsoundly whipped. I even allow my closest friends and familyto do the work themselves, which is why I keep a strong harem ofthe finest slaves girls in the east." The exalted ruler waved his sceptre, and the quakingteen slave was jerked to her feet by the chains. She againkissed the feet of her new owner, turned and followed theslave master to the packing room. The new piece of antiquefurniture would be well packed.
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