Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/aht.txt

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                                THE MAKING OF A
                                  HAREM SLAVE

          At dawn Christina was roused from a sleepless night.  Her mind
     was in a whirl after her shocking abduction.  It was all so swift and
     smooth -- the men had come at dusk when she was alone in her secluded
     home, and had grabbed her and handcuffed her.  In a second she was
     forced to show them her room, where they gathered up her prettiest
     dresses and underwear, and stuffed them into suitcases.  They also
     took a quantity of her mother's brassieres, panties, corsets, and
     hose.  Then it was away in a van as it got dark.  She was strapped on
     to a mattress, gagged and hooded.  No chance at all.  It was pitch
     dark as she was hustled into a house, and quickly stripped of her
     jeans, T-shirt and thongs.  She was thrown on to a bed in a darkened
     room, still bound and gagged.  A leather collar was tightened round
     her neck, and chained to the bed.

          Now as dawn broke, with heart pounding she felt the strong arms
     of a captor release her neck chain, and raise her from the bed.
     Terror and a certain thrill surged through her bones.  Although she
     was used, of course, like all american girls, to appearing in public
     in rather revealing bikini swimsuits, she had never stood before a man
     in her underwear.  The farthest she had gone was to let her boyfriend
     unbutton her blouse and carress the smooth fabric of her bra.  But she
     did not feel embarrassed -- just very apprehensive.

          She was taken to a punishment room next door.  Her wrists were
     still bound behind her back, and the uncomfortable ball gag held her
     mouth wide open.  Her captor took her to a spot in the room where iron
     rings were mounted in the floor, and here he made her kneel down.
     Quickly he fitted leather ankle cuffs, and locked them to the rings in
     the floor so her ankles were close together.  He had forgotten to
     remove her bikini pants, so he did the job with a knife.  Christina
     shuddered and began to perspire in horror as her nakedness was
     exposed.  Next he unhooked her brassiere.  She felt cool air on her
     beautiful round breasts.  How often at home she had stroked and
     admired the lovely maidenly bosom with which nature had richly endowed
     her, wondering who would be the first to be dazzled by her naked
     charms.  Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress, seemed to
     agree with his young victim, for he could not resist feeling the firm
     globes with his coarse hands.  He went to the wall, which was hung
     with straps, chains, harnesses, and various insturments of
     chastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back a
     thin leather harness.  Carefully he draped this round her breasts,
     crossing over the shoulder straps at her back, and securing them
     tightly to the cross strap that went under her arms.  Then he lifted
     Christina's wrists and locked them tightly to the breast harness, so
     that she had to bend forward to ease the discomfort.  Next he fetched
     a discipline helmet.  As soon as he loosened the ball gag, Christina
     gasped and started pleading for mercy.  But in reply he slipped the
     ugly black helmet clean over her pretty face.  Through zippered
     openings her nervous eyes peered out.

          Through the mouth slit he proceeded to insert a big rubber dildo
     gag until it filled her mouth.  The girl struggled as best she could
     against this indignity, but he forced it well in until he was able to
     snap the zipper shut.  Gag and blindfold were then tightened with
     straps at the back of the head.  Lastly, he brought down a chain from
     the ceiling and locked it to a metal ring on the top of the helmet.
     The chain was tightened, drawing the slim body into an uncomfortable
     erect position.

          After what seemed like hours, Christina felt hands adjusting her
     straps.  The cruel helmet left her in total darkness, her mouth gagged
     with the big rubber gag, her ears blocked to all sounds, and tears and
     sweat in a hot sticky mixture all over her face.

          But at last her ankles were freed from the floor, and strong arms
     raised her to her feet.  The chain at the top of her head slackened,
     and she felt the cold links touch her bare shoulder.  The it was
     removed.

          But, more restraint was to come, and worse.  The Arab led his
     slave captive to a post, and proceeded to stand her back against it.
     She leaned forward because her arms were still secured high behind her
     back with the breast harness. She felt her ankles being tightly
     strapped to the cold iron post.  Then her knees.  Then her thighs.
     Then her waist.  She had to take a deep breath to accommodate the
     tight strap.  Then her wrists were unshackled, and were drawn up
     behind her and above her head, and again secured behind the post.  The
     captor removed the breast harness, and stepped back admiring his work.
     He seemed well pleased.  Her full rounded breasts were drawn up to
     full prominence by her streached arms, contrasting with her slim waist
     and flat tummy.  He examined and tweaked her nipples.  Christina
     dreaded what was to come.  When she was restrained in a kneeling
     position, uncomfortable though it was, at least, she thought, her
     private parts were protected by her knees.  Now she was nakedly open
     and totally defenceless as never before in her young life.  Even the
     tight straps, gripping her legs close together, were a source of
     comfort in her terrible situation.  Christina wriggled as best she
     could to see if there was any loosening of her bonds, but the Arab had
     done his job expertly.  She sobbed and sobbed in despair.

          Meanwhile unknown to the forlorn streached figure at the post,
     another Arab had come in.  He prepared Christina for the next
     operation.  He brought a table and a box of instruments, a hypodermic
     needle, and two small shining stainless steel rings...

          Christina spent a fitful night.  Every time she turned or
     streached, she was painfully aware of her wrists chained to her new
     nipple rings.  As before, a short chain held her leather collar, which
     she was quite unable to reach with her chained hands, to the head of
     the bed.  Further, she could feel her two breasts chained together
     with a loose festoon of chain with a larger link in the middle, and
     from this across her body and legs presumably to the foot of the bed.
     The helmet was replaced by the original ball gag, so her pretty mouth
     was now sore and distorted from the various gags she had worn.

          After what seemed many hours, her captor came in and untied her
     bed chains.  He explained that His Serene Highness the Sheik of Abu
     Nessary, her new Master, was ready to see her.  He washed her
     tear-stained face, removed the gag, and combed her long blonde
     tresses.  She must keep her hands clasped in front of her under her
     breasts, and must kneel and kiss the feet of His Highness.  The she
     must kneel upright and look him in the face while he told her of her
     fate.  She must say nothing except "Yes, My Lord."

          After these brief instructions, he grasped the two chains of his
     charge, and with a riding crop in his right hand, propelled the
     terrified female down some corridors into a room of great luxury.
     Seated on a sort of dais was the sheik.  It was difficult to see much
     of him due to his Arab headdress, black beard, and dark glasses.  The
     trembling teenage slave knelt and did as she was bid, while the slave
     master held her chains as if she were a dog.

          His Highness began: "My servant will have told you who I am.
     After much search I have chosen you to be a slave in my harem.  No
     white girl has yet had the honor to fulfill such a role.  You are now
     totally my captive and under my control, so I want you to put away any
     thoughts of escape or release.  We find that the discipline helmet and
     restraints that you wore yesterday are most effective for reminding a
     slave of her total lack of freedom, and of her absolute dependence
     upon her knew master.  It was necessary for you to undergo the short,
     sharp shock of strict bondage to get you to quickly realize that you
     have suddenly left once and for all the carefree, affluent life of an
     American teen.  But you have not suffered yet, except perhaps a little
     soreness in the nipples.  We find it wiser to put our new captives
     asleep while we insert the elegant steel rings into their breasts, but
     you will soon be proud to wear this adornment and the brass chain
     joining the rings, as an honorable mark of slavery in my kingdom.  Let
     me say that the rings and chain are a happy addition to your already
     considerable feminine charms.  Also we have taken the precaution of
     fitting you with one of my special chastity belts, because you are
     entirely mine and only mine. No one will take your virginity until I
     am ready to do so, and I do not want to place my servants under undue
     temptation, obedient though they are.  A pretty young blonde American
     girl with a beautiful figure is quite rare in our desert kingdom, you
     understand, especially when she is unclothed!

          "Now I cannot train slaves properly in this country -- it is
     illegal to own slaves, as you know.  My dungeons in my desert palace
     in north Yemen are well equipped for the purpose, and it is there that
     you are to fulfill your chosen role.  A position of high honor as
     Slave of the Royal Bedchamber and of Sexual Rituals and Delights.
     Moreover we must leave the country at once.  So we fly to Yemen this
     evening in my private Boeing 707, and you will never see this country
     again, or have any contact or communication with your family or
     friends. You will be out of reach of any would-be rescuers, who will
     have no idea whatsoever of your whereabouts.  And so you will be able
     to devote yourself whole-heartedly to learning the disciplines and
     arts of Arabic slavery.  You will go to the airport in a crate marked
     "Antique Furniture -- Handle With Care," along with twenty other
     similar crates, each containing a genuine antique.  For an hour or so,
     it will be extremely uncomfortable for you, as you will be very
     tightly strapped in a seat in the crate, and heavily gagged.  But we
     will give you a drug so that you can relax.  It is necessary to
     conceal your presence while the customs men measure up the crate.
     But once away from the United States, you will be released, and will
     be able to enjoy the 14 hour flight to my desert kingdom.

          "Upon arriving in my palace, you will continue your training
     under my chief slave trainer, who is keen to start his work.  Your
     training will enhance your charms, talents, and skills, but your proud
     and independent spirit must be broken.  By day, you will sometimes be
     able to wear pretty western clothes, exotic underwear, and so on. You
     will learn to speak Arabic, to understand the Moslem religion, to
     belly dance, cook and play music.  But above all you will learn to
     display your body and charms to me at any time of day or night, and to
     any of my visitors and friends that I choose -- with the same
     sweetness and docility that I will expect myself.

          "On arrival, you will receive a few more days of strict bondage
     in my private dungeons, to get used to the heat and the smells of
     Yemen. Then next week you will be initiated to the program of
     flagellation which is necessary to make you tough, willing and
     submissive at all times.

          "The first few days you will receive the spanking paddle on your
     posterior, just 15-20 strokes a day at first, quite mild, until you
     gradually get used to the discipline and ecstacy of pain.  You will,
     of course, be suitably restrained to present your buttocks as a
     convenient target.  We find it is wise to gag the slaves at first, as
     they otherwise are apt to use up all their energies screaming -- and
     moreover may be tempted to scream obscenities at the whipmaster, which
     only prolongs their agony.  He is very experienced, and has reduced
     over a hundred females, Arab, Indian, Israeli, and African, to
     complete willing subservience in a few weeks of treatment.

          "Then you will have a week of the rhino-hide cane. This will hurt
     you more, but you will be more accustomed to pain by then.  He is
     unlikely to cut your flesh, but it will raise beautiful wheals that
     you will delight to feel and see, and which I hope you will be proud
     of.

          "Then after your training with the cane, by which time you will
     be more accustomed to our 120 degree heat, flies, and other creatures
     that inhabit our dungeons, you will be trained with the dog whip.
     Although you will be well used to pain by this time, you will find
     this rather terrifying at first.  You will be strung up by your arms,
     quite naked on in a very exposed position (of course all of our
     whipping stations are carefully chosen to expose a slaves pretty flesh
     to the hot kiss of all the chastisement we design for you).  The
     whipmaster usually finds this task too exacting to be carried out in
     ordinary Arab dress, so he wears black rubber from head to foot --
     rather fearsome.  And he will not just work on your posterior as
     hitherto. You will see him raise the big black whip; you will hear the
     whistle as he curls it round your exposed body; but you will not know
     where he will strike.  This is part of the fun.  You have to guess! I
     like to come and watch this myself, and sometimes I weild the whip
     myself to keep in shape, though I do not have his muscles or skill.
     But wherever it lands it will hurt and leave its mark, as you will
     see.  Oh no, you will not soon forget the kiss of the lash.

          "By the end of what we call the dog whip week, it will be time to
     test your pretty young self with the cat o'nine tails.  I expect you
     have heard of this delicious instrument of torture.  As before, you
     will be strung up, quite exposed, and will be able to play the game of
     guessing where the tails will land.  It makes a delightful singing as
     it flies through the air, and believe me, my dear young slave, each
     tail will do its work on your soft young flesh.  The weals will be
     uncountable, and will be visible for eight weeks after the ordeal. But
     you will learn to stand up stiff and straight (of course the chains
     and thongs will prevent your collapsing) under this onslaught, which
     happens with increasing severity for seven days.  After that, we will
     see how willing and ready you are for the work of Special Slave to the
     Sheik of Abu Nessary. Perhaps more discipline will be needed -- we'll
     see.  In any case, the chief slave trainer likes to see his pupils
     back for refresher training every few months, if only because some of
     my guests like to see the stripes on the slave assigned to entertain
     them, and of course they like to see a young slave girl soundly
     whipped.  I even allow my closest friends and family to do the work
     themselves, which is why I keep a strong harem of the finest slaves
     girls in the east."

          The exalted ruler waved his sceptre, and the quaking teen slave
     was jerked to her feet by the chains.  She again kissed the feet of
     her new owner, turned and followed the slave master to the packing
     room. The new piece of antique furniture would be well packed.