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Arms

Part 1

Arms






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 calve and thigh 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 pulled 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 of 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 ran 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 a 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 for


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 two 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 be 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 seatbelt-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 an off the 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 for 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 unit 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 held her thighs 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


basing 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 appeared 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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