Pearl of the Orient-6
by Bruleo
Aisha was sitting comfortably in the dungeon, anxiously awaiting the arrival of
her slave in training that she had not seen for five long days, the fact that
Aisha had not gotten any negative reports was indeed a good sign. When the
beautiful Japanese girl did finally arrive she was naked and crawling on her
hands and knees, led by a chain attached to a collar fastened around her neck,
holding the chain was a large, naked black man in obvious full erection, his
massive manhood lumbering back and forth as he walked. Grinning widely at the
curious tableau, Aisha remained seated as the black slave presented Pearl to
her, still on her hands and knees, when he unfastened the chain from her collar,
Pearl quickly struck a kneeling position back on her heels, her thighs spread,
exposing her slightly parted and depleted slit, hands resting on her thighs,
palms up to show submission, her back straight, shoulders level, chest thrust
out and her head held high but eyes lowered in respect. Then slave Pearl spoke
her first words in near perfect arabic, words that would have been impossible to
utter not so very long ago, especially to a fifteen year old arab girl.
"You are mistress Aisha and I am your willing and humble slave."
Aisha smiled, looking now at the big black's strong erection and spoke to him in
arabic, Pearl not able to understand their conversation.
"I see that our little brown slave has caught your eye Moola, you are scheduled
for castration next week, as is the custom each eunuch to be is granted one last
fuck, would you enjoy plunging your prick into her tight little cunt?"
The black slave was surprised by his mistress's words, he knew that he would bed
a common black slave before his operation but surely not this prize slave, was
his mistress playing games with him?
"Only if it is mistress Aisha's wishes that I do."
"Come closer Moola, caress her breasts."
It was Aisha's desire to degrade Pearl and to test the once proud princess'
resolve, to see if she had been truly conquered. Hesitantly Moola stepped closer
to the motionless, kneeling slave, his hands visibly trembling as he reached
down towards the twin treasures, his wide, black hands nearly covering their
entirety as he took pleasure from their exquisite feel. Aisha smiled, she could
see the sticky substance forming at the tip of Moola's now throbbing prick.
Aisha broke his trance like state. "Look at her slanted eyes Moola, the old
saying goes that girls from the orient have slits that run crossways instead of
up and down."
Moola looked quizzically towards his mistress.
"Go ahead Moola, touch her slit, see if the story is true."
The black slave nervously moved his hands down the plains of the young girl's
stomach, not wanting to leave the feel of her soft, youthful skin, then he
touched the folds of flesh at the entrance to Pearl's slit with his finger and
ever so slightly the Japanese slavegirl flinched from his touch. Aisha became
irate, screaming obscenities and shouting commands to Moola as fast and as loud
as she could. Very quickly Pearl was manacled against the damp stone wall, her
arms and legs stretched to their limits. Aisha approached her with a thin needle
in her hand some six inches in length.
"You were gagged during your last punishment but this time I want to hear the
sound of your scream."
Hear her scream, she did. Aisha lifted her left breast by the nipple and
inserted the needle into the underside of her breast down near it's base, the
Japanese girl's deafening scream echoed off the dungeon walls as Aisha pushed
the needle through the spongy flesh until it emerged on the other side, blood
trickling down each side of her injured breast from the twin puncture wounds.
Suddenly Aisha's attention was drawn away by Kalid's familiar voice.
"Well Aisha, looks like I'm missing out on all of the fun."
The near hysterical Pearl was attempting desperately to speak but couldn't
through her uncontrollable sobbing, finally she fought back the tears and spoke
in arabic.
"You...you.....have conquered me mistress Aisha, I humbly wish to serve at your
devine feet."
Kalid smiled, indicating that he had taught her those very words, the young
girl, amused, smiled back, acknowledging his accomplishment. Aisha dismissed
Moola and she and Kalid decided to leave the dungeon atmosphere and go to
Aisha's luxurious living quarters. It wasn't an usual sight to see a naked slave
marched through the palace corridors but one as unusual and beautiful as the
young Japanese girl drew considerable attention as she was led on leash and
collar, the stinging needle still piercing her jiggling breast as she stumbled
trying to keep pace with her mistress's brisk stride.
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