“Ssssh,” Neha said softly. “You must. It is not as bad as it could be for you. It can be worse. Much worse.”
“How?” Felicia sobbed weakly.
“You would not want me to tell you,” Neha replied.
“How do you stand it?” Felicia asked. “Is it easier in the harem?”
“It is,” Neha admitted. “It is much easier in there.”
Felicia sniffled. “I thought I was going to be put in there when they first brought me here. I thought that it would be horrible. But this…” she gestured at the small, dank cell,
”this is even more horrible. I feel like an animal, trapped and abused.”
“Hush,” Neha said softly as she stroked Felicia’s hair. “You are an animal, as are all of us in the harem.”
“But why are you in the harem, while they keep me like this?”
“Because you are new, and untrained,” Neha answered. “You must learn obedience, and to keep to your place.”
“But you saw what they did to me!” Felicia exclaimed. “How can…how can…” she dissolved into tears again.
“They do it because they can, and it pleases them,” Neha said calmly. “We are animals. It does not matter what we think or feel.” She continued to stroke Felicia’s hair. It was somehow more comforting than Felicia would have imagined possible.
“You are very beautiful,” Neha whispered. “I will tell you something I should not.”
“What?” Felicia whispered back.
“You will be made to suffer far more before you are permitted to enter into the harem. And even when you are so permitted, your sufferings will continue. You will simply be more comfortable during the times when you are let alone.”
Felicia thought about that. Suffering or not, being moved to the harem would be a distinct step up from being kept in what amounted to solitary confinement between her public and often painful humiliations. She had become so desperate for any form of human contact that didn’t involve men wanting to fuck her that she even welcomed being held and caressed by another naked woman, something she wouldn’t have even considered possible before. Or was this just another step in how they were breaking her, turning her into a slave? She didn’t know. She couldn’t know. And right now she didn’t care. Neha was soft and gentle, her voice was soothing, her close contact comforting. It was one tiny allotment of pleasure in an existence of pain and humiliation. Felicia would grab at it with both hands whenever it was offered, and she knew it.
“You are very beautiful too,” she said to the slender young woman. And indeed, she was, in a different way than Felicia. Neha was slender and supple, her breasts small, a bit pointy, and delicate-looking, while Felicia’s body was a collection of fertile curves, from her full, round breasts to her narrow waist, to her swelling hips.
“I hate these,” Felicia said, indicating the rings through her nipples. “They make me feel like property. If I am put into the harem, will they remove them?”
Neha laughed, faintly and bitterly. “Oh, yes,” she nodded. “They will remove them, if they feel like it. But do not think that they will not put them back on you whenever they want.”
“But…” Felicia looked at Neha’s small breasts. The dark nipples were unadorned.
“I am still pierced,” Neha said. “Everywhere. From time to time I must wear my rings so that the piercings remain open. It will be the same for you.”
“Oh.” Felicia fell silent.
“They have only pierced you here and here,” Neha continued, her hand brushing against the rings through Felicia’s navel and nipples. “Soon they will pierce you elsewhere as well.”
“Will it hurt?” Felicia asked.
“They can make it hurt,” Neha answered. “They can make it hurt very much, if they choose. But that hurt is nothing compared to the shame you will feel afterwards. It cannot be helped. It cannot be avoided. So you must endure it.”
Felicia shuddered. “It’s horrible,” she breathed. “Just horrible.”
“You will become used to it,” Neha said. “You will not ever come to like it, but you will learn to endure it.”
“How can you do it?” Felicia asked. “I mean to do what you did, in front of all those men…”
“I have been made to do far worse,” Neha replied. “As will you. The sheik will always be the first to use you in a certain way. After that, he may bestow you as a gift to another man, to reward him, or gain his loyalty.”
“But…” Felicia frowned. “I thought that harems…”
Neha laughed again, it was not as softly as before, and it was far more bitter. “He does not keep us as a stable of wives,” she said. “We are a stable of nubile females. He controls access to us, but he does not keep us to himself. We must entertain him, of course, but we must also entertain whomever he orders us to. They are not always men.”
Felicia became acutely aware that she and Neha were cuddled close together naked in this small, dark cell.
“Do not worry,” Neha said. “I am forbidden to do more than care for you now. One day, they may order us to do more, but it will be in front of an audience, to inflame the men before they take us.”
Before Felicia could say anything more, the door to the cell opened. Selim entered, followed by the sheik, still in his robes. Instinctively, the two girls moved apart. They adopted identical poses, kneeling with their thighs spread wide apart, their hands clasped behind their heads, their backs arched to better display their breasts.
“You,” Selim said, pointing at Felicia with his short whip. “Hands and knees.”
Felicia quickly obeyed. Her ass still smarted where he had struck her earlier.
“Take the dancer away, Selim,” the sheik said, in English. “And come back in a little while for this one. You know what to do.”
“
Aywah, sayyid
,” the big eunuch replied with a bow. Felicia watched surreptitiously out of the corner of her eye as he put a collar around Neha’s slender neck, clipped a leash to it, and waited as Neha got on all fours. Once she had, he led her away. Felicia heard the cell door close. She waited. For a while there was no sound in the cell, and she knew that the sheik was standing there, just looking at her, thinking about what he was going to do to her. She was wondering about that herself. He had fucked her before, and always from behind while she was on her hands and knees. Sometimes he would fondle her breasts while he used her, sometimes he spanked her ass. She had a feeling of dread about what he would do now.
“So, my lovely Felicia,” she heard him say. His feet came into view as he walked towards her, then moved off to the side as he began to walk slowly around her. “You have no doubt had a man’s cock in your pretty mouth before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, lord,” she replied by rote.
“Of course you have, you shameless whore,” he said pleasantly. “Any man would know that, just by looking at you. Do you like the taste of a man’s cock, slut?”
She wasn’t sure how to answer. She hesitated.
“DO YOU, SLUT?” the sheik roared, his voice echoing off of the cold, bare stone walls. Felicia jumped.
“Yes, lord!” she wailed desperately. She had never actually given it any thought, but she could not tell him she didn’t care about the taste one way or the other, and she feared that if she told him ‘no’ that he would visit some nasty little punishment on her for lying. He kept calling her ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, so he probably thought that she liked it, didn’t he? Her mouth felt dry.
“So… you like to fuck men. You like to suck on men’s cocks. Have you ever had a man come in your mouth, slut?”
“No, lord,” Felicia’s voice quavered.
“Why not, you little whore? You said that you liked the taste?”
Once more, Felicia hesitated. She couldn’t think of any way to answer that question to his satisfaction.
“ANSWER ME!” he yelled at her, making her jump again.
“I… I don’t know, lord!” she cried out.
“I think you do know,” he said as he circled her slowly. “I think it is because you really do not like the taste… so you lied to me earlier.”
“No, lord!” Felicia protested. “I… I… I never did that, so I do not know if I like the taste of it or not!”
“But you said that you liked the taste of a man’s cock in your mouth.”
“I did not lie then, lord! I…” she gulped. “I do like the taste of a man’s cock in my mouth. But… the other thing…”
“Now why would you suck on a man’s cock like any street whore, but not let him come in your mouth?”
Felicia wanted to scream. She thought desperately how to answer his question.
“Perhaps you are not very good at sucking cock, so no man ever got enough pleasure that way to come.”
“P-perhaps, lord,” Felicia whimpered. She had thought that she knew what he wanted and what he was going to do when all this started. Now she wasn’t at all sure what his intentions were. He was going to fuck her somehow, in some way. That much she knew.
“Slut,” the sheik grunted as he nudged her in the ribs with his boot. “You do not seem to know much of anything, least of all how to give a man pleasure in any way but the one that is simplest and easiest for you. It is a shame to see such a beautiful body wasted in that fashion.”
“I… I am sorry, lord,” Felicia whimpered.
“You will need much, much more training,” he said. He sounded sad about it.
“I will try to please you, lord.”
“Yes, you will, or you shall be punished. Not gently, as before, but harshly. Do you understand me, slave?”
“Yes, lord.”
“We shall see,” the sheik said from somewhere behind her. “Now be still.”
She felt him kneel down behind her, and tried not to shudder as he ran a hand slowly over her back.
“And you have never had a man’s cock in your lovely round ass, slut?”
“No, lord.” Felicia shuddered now as she realized what he had probably intended from the beginning.
“Why not? Are you too good for that?”
“No, lord.”
“You admit that, and yet you have never let a man use you in that way?”
“No, lord… I mean, yes… I…” Felicia stammered into silence.
“Bitch,” he snarled. His open hand came down hard on Felicia’s ass, making her jerk and yelp. “You must learn that you are not too good for anything.
Anything
!”
“Yes, lord!”
“And you will call me ‘master’ from now on, slut, because I
am
your master! And you are my property, my slave! Say it, slut!” His hand smacked her ass again.
“Yes, master!” Felicia said quickly. “I am your property, master! I am your slave!”
“Good.” His hand came down on her ass gently, but she jerked and yelped anyway.
“Now you will learn how a man’s cock feels in your ass, slut,” he chuckled. “Hold still.”
Felicia gritted her teeth and braced herself. She was still terribly sore back there. She felt him using his thumbs to pry her ass cheeks further apart, then felt the head of his cock sliding up and down between her legs. She had a sudden urge to try to crawl away and resisted it.
“Now, be still, slut,” he said. “You may scream if you wish.”
It hurt, but not enough to make her do anything more than whimper as he slowly drove himself into her. It went more easily than she had expected. There must still be some of the lubricant inside of her. The thought made her shudder.
“Ahhhhh,” she heard him exhale. “You are very tight, slut. Perhaps you were telling me the truth about never permitting a man to do this to you. But I do not need permission, do I, slave?”
“No, master,” Felicia replied in a quavering voice. She felt him thrusting in more deeply, and bit at her lower lip.
“How does it feel, slut?” he asked.
“Master?”
“How does it feel, you whore? Answer me!”
“It feels… I feel very… very filled, master,” Felicia answered. In fact, she did feel that way, in addition to all the pain and discomfort she was feeling. Still, after that terrible experience with the dildo on the post, this didn’t feel unendurable.
He began pumping her, slowly and deeply at first, but picking up speed. Felicia winced. It hurt more when he did that. She hoped that he would come soon so that this would all be over.
“Do you like it, slut?” he demanded.
“Oh, yes, master!” Felicia lied quickly. She hated it. She loathed it. She didn’t want to even think about it, and if he would just stop asking her questions that she had to answer, she would have been able to blank at least part of this degrading experience out of her mind.
“You lie!” he snarled, smacking her ass again. “Why do you like it, slut?”
“Because…” Felicia panted. He was pounding her hard now, her body rocking back and forth in time with his powerful thrusts, making her breasts wobble and jiggle. “Because it pleases you, master,” she said.
“You lie again, you bitch!” he snapped. He smacked her ass yet again.
“No, master!” Felicia protested.
He said nothing more, but he didn’t hit her again. Felicia heard him puffing, felt his fingers digging into her hips. He gave one last, hard thrust, groaned, and was still, except for some sharp little jerks. She knew all too well what that meant. She felt incredibly debased, but at least it was over, for now. He stayed deep inside of her for a little while longer, then finally withdrew. He patted Felicia’s ass gently.
“You are learning, slut,” he said. “Remain in that position until Selim comes for you.”
“Yes, master,” Felicia nodded weakly. She really was feeling terribly sore now. She waited until the sheik had left and changed her stance just a little, putting her knees a bit further apart. It hurt less that way. There was scarcely a difference, but there was just enough of one for her to notice.
It seemed to take a long time before Selim came back for her. She submitted to the leash again, and crawled along after him, wincing all the while. Worse yet, she could feel something trickling slowly down her inner thighs as she crawled. She hoped that it wasn’t blood. She knew a girl once who had finally given in to her boyfriend’s constant pleas and treated him to some anal sex. She had come down with a terrible infection and nearly died from it. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t been too embarrassed to go to the doctor earlier.
Selim took her to the baths. He hosed her down thoroughly with chilly water from a tap before he let her get into the bath that was already waiting for her. The warm, soapy water had never felt so good to her. It soothed her ravaged body better than anything else could have, but she wasn’t allowed to enjoy it for long. She was just starting to doze off when the big eunuch made her get out, dry off, brush out her long hair, and put on a little makeup. He even insisted on her applying rouge to her nipples. She complied out of fear of punishment. It was just one more humiliation piled on top of all the others.