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Archive-title: 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, har-

nesses,  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 instru-

ments,   a hypodermic needle,  and two  small  shining  stainless

steel rings...

     Christina  spent  a  fitful  night. Every time she turned or

stretched, 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 con-

trol,  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  neces-

sary 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

cloths,  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


     "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.


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