Pearl of the Orient-7
by Bruleo
Upon entering her quarters Aisha had Kalid hold the young oriental girl's arms
behind her back with one hand while holding his other hand across her mouth to
help muffle her screams as Aisha painfully removed the needle from her breast.
Pearl was now posturing in her kneeling position in front the cushioned setee
where Aisha and Kalid sat in comfort. The young slave's body held ridged, her
exquisite high cheek bones wet and shinny with tears of shame. Aisha stood up
and shortly returned holding two strands of silken cord in her hand. Aisha was
anxious to test the young beauty, to see how much of Kalid's lessons and
instructions she had retained, she gave a well known hand signal to the kneeling
slave who without hesitation positioned herself on her belly, her forehead
pressed to the floor, ankles crossed, wrists also crossed in the small of her
back, then she waited motionless for her mistress to bind her. First Aisha tied
her wrists, then her ankles. leaving her prostrate and bound on the floor in
front of the setee, then to the young trainer's surprise her slave spoke in
arabic.
"Thank you mistress Aisha, it is an honor to lie helpless at your feet, that is
where a slave of my stature truly belongs."
Pearl didn't pronounce all of the words correctly but Aisha understood their
meaning. Aisha smiled at Kalid, again giving credit where due.
"You must be an excellent teacher Kalid, either that or we have a fast learning
slave on our hands."
The arab laughed out loud. "I think it was a matter of slave Pearl fearing
another whipping from your sturdy hand, the one you promised on her luscious
globes should she be returned to you for disobedience."
The bound Japanese girl remained on her belly, her forehead to the floor while
the two partners in her training program discussed her future, when she would be
presented to the prince for her deflowering ceremony and when her anus would be
sufficiently widened to accommodate Kalid's over sized penis. Suddenly Aisha
excused herself and returned shortly carrying a small box. They left Pearl bound
but hoisted her up onto the setee in a sitting position. Aisha went through the
box and began holding metal rings of different colors and sizes up to the
oriental girl's nose and nipples.
"Well Kalid, what do you think, any of those bangles catch you eye?"
Before he could answer, Pearl spoke, first in arabic.
"Mercy mistress, Mercy." Then she spoke in Japanese.
"What did she say Kalid?"
"The humble slave begs for your mercy and begs you not to mar her beauty with
the awful rings and not to pierce holes in her body."
Aisha didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry, she spoke to the girl through
Kalid's translation.
"Such vanity for a lowly Japanese slut, you will not wile your way out of this
palace with your beauty as you lured and enticed Maya's betrothed." "You also
will not evade the rings, for one day you will be passing your food through a
ring hanging from your nose." "Should you fail any of my commands in the future,
I will cut your tongue out."
The last remark sent shivers through the frightened young slave, she began to
speak rapidly in her native tongue. Kalid turned to Aisha with a smile on his
face.
"She said that she would never disobey her mistress and that she would wear the
rings chosen by her mistress with much pride."
It was getting late, Kalid bade good night and Aisha untied and prepared Pearl
for bed, even left alone with the older girl the fifteen year old was not
afraid, where could she escape to and besides she was deathly afraid of the
harsh punishment she would receive for any attempt to escape. At the end of
Aisha's giant four poster was a small cage, she opened the cage's door and like
an obedient puppy the oriental slave crawled in on her hands and knees, she
could neither stand up nor stretch out fully in the confined space and curled
her naked body into the fetal position. Aisha snuggled comfortably in her soft,
warm bed, aware that her trained pet could not understand her language.
"After my father deflowers you, I will train you to be my slant eyed little
whore, you will eagerly lick my slit until the wee hours of morning to avoid the
sting of my whip against your naked flesh."
