FLASHBACK<\/p>\n

\u201cSo this is Belle is it?
As she remained kneeling, awaiting Miss Reva\u2019s return, Belle\u2019s mind went back to the first time that had been said to her. Her training was over … and she had just received her slave-name. She was, of course, unfamiliar with it
The person who enquired was a fat middle-aged German by the name of Herman. He had just led her on a collar and chain into his suite … and he accompanied his words with a hearty slap on Belle\u2019s bare bottom.
\u201cY-Yes … Master,\u201d she replied as respectfully as she could. Inside, she was taut with apprehension. This was the first guest she had ever been given to.
Actually, to be more correct, she had not been given to the German, but rather been claimed by him. With a number of other slave-girls, she had been taken to an ante-chamber in the Harem and placed \u2018on the hook\u2019 as it was known. The girls literally were hooked to the wall by collar and chain … and there they waited for any guest, male or female, to wander in and look them over. If a girl took a guest\u2019s fancy, she was led a way.
Two men, who had come in together … both a little d***k … had wanted Belle. So they tossed for her. The humiliation of that spinning coin lived long with Belle. Though trained, her feelings were still far more sensitive than they were later to become.
So she had been led away … by this waddling pig of a man.
I must not fail, this first time, she told herself.
I must please him to the limit of my ability … no matter what my feelings.
I must … I must!
Otherwise, the consequences did not bear thinking about. Hassan, the overseer in charge of her, had made it clear that failure to please a guest was one of the most serious offences possible …
Herman fondled her indecently … and Belle f***ed a travesty of a smile.
\u201cNot always Belle, though, was it?\u201d The fingers continued to probe. Herman\u2019s mouth was twisted in lechery. He liked having a woman of class to play around with.
\u201cN-No … Master …\u201d
\u201cLady Isabel, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d
Belle bit her lips. Oh how they loved to do this to her! To remind her of her past. It was bitterly cruel. That\u2019s why they did it, of course.
\u201cY-Yes, Master.\u201d She whispered.
Herman grinned. \u201cWell, let\u2019s have a look at your bottom, my lady.\u201d As Belle turned, he removed the collar and chain. \u201cNo … not like that … you\u2019ve been taught how to show yourself to your best advantage. Down you go.\u201d
Belle went on hands and knees and thrust up her bottom high, parting her thighs as she did so. It was something she had now had to do, countless time … until it had become second nature to be in that degrading posture.
However, though it was gradually becoming less fierce, she could almost feel his eyes boring into her. Then he gave a little chortle. \u201cI wonder what some of your top-drawer friends would think … and say … if they could see you know!\u201d
Belle ground her teeth. She had sometimes thought that herself … so the remark felt all the more savagely wounding. She was finding the effort of self-control more difficult than she had done for a long while. The bubbling of suppressed hate and fury had begun.
Oh dear God, help me control it, she prayed silently.
There was the sound of Herman clumsily divesting himself of his clothes.
\u201cUp you get, your ladyship,\u201d he said.
Belle rose and turned. Naked, Herman looked even more repulsive. He seemed fatter now and his squat body was very hairy, many of the hairs being grizzled. A stubby little penis hung flaccid.
Try not to think about it, she said to herself.
Of him…
Of what he is going to make you do…
You\u2019ve had worse than this. Think … that time you were locked in a pillory and ****d by a dozen or more Palace guards, for instance. So you can survive this…
Belle f***ed a kind of smile. \u201cWh-What would you have … m-me … do, Master?\u201d she asked softly.
\u201cYou\u2019re going to suck me, my girl. That\u2019s what you\u2019re going to do. But, before that, you\u2019re going to lick my arse, all over. I like the idea of a member of the aristocracy doing that. So genteel, don\u2019tcher know!\u201d
Herman waddled to the bed and then knelt in the centre of it.
Belle felt the disgust rising in her at the revolting spectacle. But there was no escaping what she had to do. She clenched her fists tight.
\u201cI shall be honoured, Master,\u201d she f***ed herself to say.
\u201cI bet you will, your ladyship!\u201d said Herman, with a guffaw.
God help me … how can I do it? How? Shuddering, Belle climbed on to the bed and knelt behind the bestial object. Then she closed her eyes and bent forward. She extended her tongue and began to lick one of the fat buttock cheeks.
She licked it methodically all over, periodically having to pause to fight down her nausea.
\u201cGet on with it, my girl,\u201d Herman would say sharply, \u201cor I\u2019ll take a strap to you!\u201d
Belle got on with it, nostrils flaring, eyes screwed tight.
The hate in her swelled like a fiery ball in her belly. She would have given her life to have a razor in her hand at that moment … and to have made this revolting b**st a eunuch!
Oh … no … dear God … she mustn\u2019t think like that! Too dangerous, … far too dangerous…
The second buttock cheek was licked all over.
\u201cNow get your nose in … well in … and lick there …\u201d came the order.
For a moment, the nausea rose so high that Belle almost lost control. Somehow, desperately, she fought it down. Somehow she made herself lick … in the most disgusting place of all.
Belle never knew quite how…
But she did it.
From time to time, Herman would give a little grunt of pleasure … and give Belle a few words of \u2018encouragement\u2019.
\u201cThat\u2019s it, your ladyship…\u201d
\u201cNicely done … mmm … yes …\u201d
\u201cNot your usual style, of course …\u201d
\u201cLovely, you\u2019re doing well …\u201d
\u201cNow start licking my balls as well…\u201d
On and on it went. Would he never have enough of it? It was, Belle realised, not so much physical pleasure her was receiving, but mental. The knowledge that an English Lady was being made to lick him like that!
Oh the b**st … the filthy, filthy b**st!
Then at long last, Herman rolled over. She saw him looking at her with his piggy eyes, grinning sadistically.
\u201cI enjoyed that,\u201d he said, \u201cbut now you can really get down to business, my beauty.\u201d
Herman got on to his back and settled himself comfortable in a half-upright position. He opened his podgy thighs and beckoned Belle to crawl between them.
\u201cIt may take sometime,\u201d he said thickly. \u201cwhich suits me well …\u201d
Looking down, Belle saw that the penis had swollen just a little. Compared with the organ of Hassan, and most of the other overseers and guards, it was a pitiful-looking object. Herman seemed unconcerned about that, however. Doubtless, though Belle, he gets as much vile pleasure out if it as they do from theirs.
As Belle went down, Herman\u2019s hands cupped her pendulous breasts and began to squeeze them, looking straight ahead, he could see a reflection of himself. Also, of course, of Belle\u2019s superb naked hindquarters. Maybe, he thought hopefully, I shall get sufficiently roused to fuck this beauty. Oh God … I hope so! How maddening age was … making one half potent. On the other hand, he was partly to blame … always indulging himself to excess.
He felt the stirrings of lust in his chubby loins as Belle began to suck him most expertly … and deliciously. He lay back and relaxed, savouring the sensations.
This is the life, he said to himself!
In about five minutes, he would have been brought to a full erection. Or, at least, made as hard as he was going to get that night. Then he\u2019d have to make a decision.
Either to shoot what little he\u2019d got into the lovely, ever sucking creature\u2019s mouth. Or hurry around and attempt to fuck her, whilst he\u2019d still got something of a size on.
It was a decision Herman was in no hurry to make!<\/p>\n

THE BLONDE OVERSEER came back and turned to Haroun. \u201cShe has seen Miss Lirium?\u201d
\u201cYes Miss Reva.\u201d
Hard blue eyes turned on Belle. \u201cSo you know your first duties, slave?\u201d There was a faintly derisive twitch of the lips. It was the kind of contempt which, in much earlier days, would have caused Belle to lose control of h volatile emotions. And, thus, suffer exceedingly.
\u201cYes, Miss,\u201d she replied with humble deference, lowering her eyes and raising them again. We are much of an age, this Miss Reva and I, she thought. But what an ocean there was between them!
\u201cWell, you will carry those duties out to the complete satisfaction of her Highness … or you, too, will feel this.\u201d The martinet trailed a few inches across the carpet. \u201cYou understand, Belle?\u201d
\u201cI … I understand, Miss.\u201d
\u201cAs a slave of some experience, you should of course. But, be warned, as you are \u2018on probation\u2019, I and the others will be watching you closely. Show me your bottom, girl.\u201d
Instantly, in the prescribed up-thrusting manner, Belle presented her hindquarters to the young Overseer.
\u201cYou appear to have had a recent taste of the rod.\u201d
\u201cYes, Miss.\u201d
\u201cWhat was that for?\u201d
Belle explained her error, concluding with the words: \u201c…. and I deserved to be punished for my stupidity.\u201d
Again that faint derisive smile over Miss Reva\u2019s lips. This aristocrat had indeed been well humbled. She wondered, for a few moments, if there was any way to stir up those smouldering fires of pride, now so subdued.
\u201cYes, that\u2019s true, Belle. I must say, you\u2019ve got quite a nice arse. Though, having been a Pony, I expect you\u2019ve been told that often enough.\u201d
\u201cYes, Miss.\u201d Still the same controlled voice. Humble, accepting.
\u201cAll right … stand up…\u201d
Belle got to her feet. She was a shade taller than the overseer and had a superb carriage. It was not difficult to think of her as a Princess herself. That was what made it all the more delightful to have absolute power over her. The pleasure glowed unashamedly in the Overseer\u2019s eyes.
\u201cI am handing you over to Haroun now. He will give you a physical examination … massage and so on. Later I will show you your place of duty … and instruct you upon those duties. Go now, slave … and don\u2019t forget my warnings.\u201d
\u201cNo, Miss …\u201d
Making a deferential inclination of her head, Belle followed Haroun from the outer room. At least, she reflected; I am over the first hurdle uns**thed. Miss Reva, she sensed, would have been only too delighted to pounce on a newcomer.
Once more Belle found herself behind the broad-shouldered, muscle-rippling body of the Arab Haroun. She was led back into the main hall of the harem … then across to the other side … through another maze of passages. They passed through a well-heated chamber containing a small swimming pool. Several slaves were swimming lazily in its scented waters. Then they came to a series of similar rooms in a corridor. Entering one, Belle found it had an almost clinical appearance. In its centre was a broad table topped with black leather. There were sun-ray, or ultra-violet, lamps: shelves on which stood jars of oil; a number of strange looking \u2018devices whose immediate object was not obvious.
\u201cUp with you, my pretty,\u201d Haroun said, giving Belle\u2019s bottom a half-friendly slap. This English woman was rather out-of-the-ordinary and he was rather looking forward to enjoying her a little later on.
Complaisant, Belle lay back on the couch while Haroun\u2019s hands ran over her, feeling the firmness of her flesh.
\u201cYou\u2019re in good condition. Been a Pony, haven\u2019t you?\u201d
\u201cYes, Master.\u201d
\u201cThat accounts for it.\u201d
The Arab looked at Belle\u2019s nipples and her nose. \u201cAs a Pony, you will have been pierced, of course. Pity … I like piercing a slave. Mmmm … they look nice and clean. Open your mouth.\u201d
Belle opened wide and Haroun saw a perfect set of teeth. \u201cGood. Close…\u201d
Haroun\u2019s hand ran down over Belle\u2019s stomach. Then over the depilated smoothness of her mound. Automatically, as a trained slave-girl does, Belle parted her thighs rather than pressed them together. Firm fingers fondled and probed briefly.
\u201cMmmm … nice plump cunt. Feels good. Now turn over, girl.\u201d
Belle twisted her body over and lay face down, feeling Haroun\u2019s hand run lightly over her firm curvaceous nates.
\u201cGood … very good,\u201d murmured Haroun. A finger went into her cleft. It pressed and probed at her anus. \u201cHow about this? Been used much? It feels very tight.\u201d
\u201cN-Not … much … M-Master,\u201d answered Belle. There was a nervous edge to her voice. Haroun had found a chink in her armour. If there was one thing which Belle found difficult to accept, it was anal practices. She shivered and squirmed a little as Haroun\u2019s finger probed a little deeper.
\u201cYes … very tight,\u201d said Haroun, grinning happily. \u201cWe\u2019ll have to do something about that. It will be used quite a lot in future.\u201d
At this piece of information, Belle closed her eyes and bit her lips. She had been buggered half a dozen or so times and could never shake off the memory-horror. Fortunately, most of the men she had had to service, seemed to have preferred her in the normal way. Now, it seemed, it might be different. Belle shivered again.
\u201cYou\u2019ll have to be stretched,\u201d said Haroun in a matter-of-fact way. Then his hand patted Belle\u2019s bottom. \u201cOff the table …\u201d
Belle was now carefully measured and weighed, the details being recorded in a note-book.
\u201cSince you\u2019ve been in the Stables,\u201d said Haroun, \u201cyou must be fighting fit. So this is your best weight. You\u2019ll stick to it. If not … well, you saw what happened to Sophia. You\u2019ll be checked out every week, by me or one of the other guards. Got it?\u201d
\u201cYes … Master …\u201d
\u201cBack on the table.\u201d
Belle climbed back … and Haroun now coated her superb body in a thick, scented oil. Then her gave her a vigorous, but expert, massage. It was a gruelling experience. Sometimes Belle felt more like a piece of meat than a human body. Ultimately, she lay there, breathing heavily, but fully relaxed.
\u201cGood, eh?\u201d said Haroun, leaning over her, grinning. \u201cI make you as supple as a glove, girl.\u201d
\u201cYes, Master, answered Belle. She was experiencing a strange contentment. A contentment born of weakness and complete helplessness. She was utterly in this brute man\u2019s power. Whatever she did would make no difference. So she lay there and let the tide of events drift over her. What did anything matter anymore? When one could do nothing about it? In a way, it was like having a \u2018physical confessional\u2019!
Through half -closed lids, Belle saw the amber-brown skinned Arab slip off his white satin pouch. It was no more than she had expected. She gazed on the massive organ exposed with a faint twinge of apprehension … and, it could not be denied, something else. She had expected this man to be large, but he was exceptionally large. Doubtless, all the other guards were similarly made. Hand-picked.
\u201cNow we have a little fun, slave,\u201d said Haroun, taking Belle by her long blonde hair. Her oily body slid easily off the table. \u201cKneel,\u201d came the order.
Belle knelt. The carpet was soft under her knees. Haroun seated himself on a low trestle stool. The massive thighs were spread apart. The big organ dangled heavy.
\u201cYou will have been taught how to show respect, slave …\u201d
\u201cOh yes, Master.\u201d
\u201cDo it, then.\u201d
\u201cYes, Master.\u201d
Belle felt truly a slave in that moment, as her blonde head bent forward. A slave in every sense. but, above all, a slave of this overpoweringly-male Arab. She must, she knew, serve him with every fibre of her being. And, once again, that thought gave her something like contentment.
This was a ritual Belle had performed countless times.
Initially, in the Training Rooms. And with what revulsion! Oh, how many whippings she had before she was made to comply!
Then with Hassan, the Nubian, her first overseer in the Harem after training was over. The revulsion was still there, but less.
Subsequently, with numerous men. Strangers. Many of them loathsome. Guests in Quireme.
Ultimately, the revulsion subsided. To be replaced by a kind of resignation. Soon it would no longer matter. She accepted the fact that her role was to be used in this way.
She became an expert.
Belle placed her hands on Haroun\u2019s thighs. Head well down, her mouth pressed along the length. One might have said, pressed lovingly … but, surely, that would not be correct? Then her tongue began to lick. Long, laving licks.
\u201cMmmm … yes … quite respectful,\u201d said Haroun, grinning. His big hands squeezed and fondled Belle\u2019s breast fruit. It was still difficult for him to believe that this girl had once been an English Lady. But it was true, so he was told. And, soon, he was going to fuck her. Most satisfying!
Haroun came slowly but surely to erection. He was one of those men who never seemed in a hurry about anything. When he was about halfway there, Belle took his organ into her mouth and began to suck beautifully. That speeded things up considerably!
\u201cMmmm … ohh … that\u2019s most respectful,\u201d sighed Haroun. \u201cMost…\u201d
Belle was finding the organ almost frighteningly large in her mouth. It was not only long, it had remarkable girth. It was big as any she could recall. It was sending shudders through her. Shudders of dread … and shudders of what can only be called excited anticipation. ..A trained slave had learnt to feel no shame …. to lose all inhibitions.
Belle began to get warm inside.
\u201cNice, eh?\u201d said Haroun thickly.
Belle nodded her head up and down, continuing to suck.
\u201cWant me to fuck you, slave?\u201d
Again the blonde head nodded.
There had been a time when Belle would have had to f***e herself to make that nod … her whole being crying out in horror. Now it was different. Now there was nothing to hold her back. No pride. No stubborness. Nothing. Now she could behave naturally.
Behave rather like an a****l…
Feel the fierce desire for this massive organ in her mouth.
Want to be fucked!
Really want to be!
Oh yes … it can be said that Belle had become a true slave in every sense of the word.
Gently, Haroun eased her up by pulling on the blonde hair. Belle, who had had her eyes closed in a concentrated effort, now opened them … to see the massive organ quivering only inches before her. Oh what a size! Enough to make any virgin faint, thought Belle!
\u201cNice big prick, eh?\u201d
\u201cYes, Master …\u201d
\u201cAnd it\u2019s all for you.\u201d
\u201cThank you, Master…\u201d
\u201cGet your arse in the air, my slave.\u201d
\u201cOh … yes … Master …\u201d
Belle got down almost eagerly and thrust up her beautiful bottom, parting her thighs wide as she did so. How many times had she adopted that posture? So often in utter shame, so often in quaking dread. Impossible to say. But now it was quite different. She was trembling a little in anticipation and felt warmer than ever inside.
Haroun\u2019s big hands took hold of Belle\u2019s flanks.
Then she felt the big, hard knob just touching her eager sex lips. Slightly parting them. She shivered … caught her breath.
\u201cYou want to be fucked, slave?\u201d
\u201cYes … oh … yes … Master …\u201d Belle\u2019s voice had a kind of urgency in it. She undulated her haunches slightly so that the knob slid up and down her moist lips.
\u201cThen you shall be, slave!\u201d
Haroun thrust in. Not brutally. But slowly but surely.
In .. In …
Right in!
The little undulating sound in Belle\u2019s throat which began when he first entered grew louder and higher as he thrust fully home … until it ended in a gasping cry.
A cry of shock.
But a cry of disbelief.
Belle knew in that instant she had never before been taken by a man of quite such a size. She was fitted and stretched to the limit. Utterly and instantly conquered.
Oh what a true slave she felt!
Oh what a true slave she was!
there on hands and knees, to be fucked silly by this monstrous Arab cock. To give it all the pleasure it wanted! Involuntarily, Belle wriggled herself seductively … bringing great pleasure to Haroun who remained buried to the hilt savouring the warm-soft clinginess of the English beauty.
\u201cLike it … like the feel of it?\u201d
\u201cOhhh … yes … Master … I love it … ooh … fuck your slave, Master … fuck … your adoring slave … she begs your to … she begs … you \u2026\u201d Again, Belle wriggled seductively and Haroun found the invitation very difficult to resist.
Indeed he did not do so!
He withdrew very slowly … and then thrust back equally slowly, hearing Belle sighing happily as he did so. Then he continued in this fashion, keeping his grip on the flanks and looking down at the sex lips clinging tightly to his solid organ as it moved in and out.
As has been said, Haroun was a man rarely in a hurry. Why should he be? He had all the time he wanted. And, having had another slave-girl earlier in the
day, he knew he would have plenty of self-control.
One minute passed…
Two minutes passed…
Three minutes passed…
Belle\u2019s sighs grew louder and she kept wriggling and undulating her haunches in an attempt to urge the Arab on.
\u201cF-Faster … ooohh … faster … Master …\u201d She begged at last. Haroun gave one of her bottom cheeks a none too gently slap. \u201cDon\u2019t you dare give me orders, slave!\u201d He said warningly. But grinning all the same. Then he gave the cheek another slap.
\u201cI … I beg … p-pardon … Master,\u201d gasped Belle.
Haroun continued in his slow remorseless way, delighting in the warm gliding-smoothness of this succulent. Delighting too, in the way he had so easily and quickly conquered this lovely slave-girl.
Another few minutes and Belle began to moan. Not only the size and power of the Arab but his sheer relentlessness was driving her half mad. Filling her with lust.
Ohh … if only he would go faster!
Really fuck her!
Ravage her brutally!
But no. On and on he went in the same way … and, inevitable, Belle felt a climax approaching. She began to pant. a****l-like sounds. Then gasps and moans, her beautiful soft-smooth bottom began to quake and tremble uncontrollably.
\u201cCome then, my beauty,\u201d said Haroun … and gave just two quick in-and-out thrusts.
\u201cM-Maaaaa …aaassster!\u201d squealed Belle as, wriggling like a butterfly impaled, she spent herself violently and convulsively
Haroun, keeping a firm grip on Belle\u2019s flanks, enjoyed to the full the squirming succulence of her. Yes … this was surely some girl! One could not have exactly called her Lady-like any more … but she made a superb fuck!
\u201cThat\u2019s better,\u201d he said, when the spasm had passed. \u201cYou\u2019re nice and hot and juicy now.\u201d
Belle with one cheek pressed to the carpet, had hr eyes closed and was moaning softly. Her mouth was open. Then she felt Haroun\u2019s pace began to increase.
Slowly but surely.
Belle\u2019s moans grew louder. \u201cOooo … aahh … M-Master … I … am … your … s-slave … your … adoring ..s-slave…\u201d
\u201cAnd now you\u2019re going to get properly fucked, my slave!\u201d said Haroun, his voice now thicker with his own increasing lust.
\u201cY-Yes … oh … yes … M-Master …\u201d Belle began to move her hindquarters in expert co-operation with Haroun\u2019s ever-faster thrusts.
\u201cOhh … you feel good, my girl … that\u2019s it … move that arse …\u201d
\u201cYes … hhhaaahhh … hhhhaaahhhhh … come … again!\u201d
\u201cCome then, my beauty!\u201d
\u201cYeee..esss … HHHHHAAAAHHHHHHH …. N-NOW … AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!\u201d
Belle was wriggling and jerking again … out of control. And now, as Haroun began to pound into her furiously \u2014 in the savage way she had wanted at first \u2014 it seemed to Belle she was coming all the time. She heard herself gasping and squealing, with head thrown back and mouth gaping. She was aware of the frenzied movements of her own hindquarters … of the pounding of Haroun\u2019s flanks to her bottom…
Felt the great, oily piston driving…
Driving … Driving…
Driving yet faster…
Driving…
Driving her wild!
WILD!
Then Belle heard something rather reminiscent of the roaring of a bull.
The moment, she knew, was upon Haroun now…
\u201cHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH!\u201d
Belle\u2019s min-climaxes merged, mounted, and became a major climax…
\u201cHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!\u201d
And, in that supreme moment, Belle felt the powerful jetting of lust-released within her.
Gasping and grunting, Haroun continued to ram in jerking spasms until he was fully slaked. Then, with a sighing groan of contentment, he slumped down crushing a shuddering, drained and exhausted body beneath him.
Gradually, their mutual groans became sighs…
The silence, but for gentle breathing…<\/p>\n

A little while later, Belle was lying face down again on the leathern table top. She felt tired and weak and would like to have slept. She also felt a tingle of nervous apprehension. Haroun came alongside her. Turning her head, she saw his organ was now sheathed back inside its white satin pouch. However, Belle still had the mighty feel of it inside her.
\u201cNow you see why you will have to be stretched, slave?\u201d said the Arab.
The nervous apprehension became a stab of dread. She had guessed that horrible moment might be coming.
\u201cP-Please…\u201d she whimpered instinctively, but stupidly, as Haroun\u2019s hand ran over her bottom and a finger toyed with her anus.
The big hand slapped her bottom hard.
Once! Twice!
\u201cWhat do you mean … \u2018please\u2019?\u201d demanded Haroun.
\u201cM-Master … I …\u201d
\u201cAre you daring to query my actions, slave?\u201d
\u201cNo … ooo …\u201d
But it was too late. Haroun had opened a drawer at the side of the bench and taken out a rod. It was made of whalebone … hard yet very flexible.
\u201cGet your bottom higher!\u201d Came the order.
Biting her lips, Belle did so. Oh what a fool she had been! Of course she should not have made any plea or protest. As a trained slave she well knew that. Maybe the exhausting fucking had temporarily disorientated her. Once more her bottom was thrust up … but now for a very different reason.
\u201cDon\u2019t you ever dare query my orders!\u201d
Sssswwweeee … eeeppppttt!
\u201cOw … ah …. no …. Master … never again, Master.\u201d
Another stinging-burning weal had joined those raised earlier by Miss Lirium.
\u201cYou\u2019d better not…\u201d
\u201cSsswwweeee … eeepppptttt!\u201d
\u201cAhh … ow …\u201d
\u201cOr I\u2019ll whip you raw!\u201d
Sssswwweee … eeeeppptttt!
\u201cOoowww …oowww …\u201d
Belle\u2019s bottom was squirming as every stroke bit, her hands fiercely clenched the side to the bed. Not unexpectedly, Haroun had a very strong right arm!
\u201cI\u2019ll stripe this beautiful bottom of yours…\u201d
Sssswwweeeee … eeepppptttt!
\u201cOooww … oww … oowww….\u201d
\u201call over…\u201d
Sssswweeee … eeeppppttttt!
\u201cAhhh … oww … ahh …\u201d
\u201c…until you can\u2019t see an inch of skin!\u201d
Sssswwwweeee … eeepppppttttt!
\u201cAaggghhhh…\u201d
\u201cUnderstand, my girl?\u201d
Sssswwweeee … eeepppttttt!
\u201cOoww . . . . y-yes . . . yes . . . Master \u2026\u201d
\u201cUnderstand fully?\u201d
Ssswwweeee … eeeepppptttt!
\u201cAaaaghhh …y-es … M-Master …\u201d
\u201cSure?\u201d
Ssssswwweeee … eeeepppptttt!
\u201cAAAGGGH! M-Mercy … Master …. agh … y-yes … Master …\u201d
Belle was squirming more agonisedly with every stroke. Slowly her long-practised self-control was slipping from her.
\u201cAbsolutely sure?\u201d
Ssssswwwweee … eeeepppptttt!
\u201cOOOWWW … AGH … Y-Yes … Master … I s-swear…\u201d
Then it was suddenly over and Haroun was putting the rod back in the drawer. Ten blazing new weals encircled Belle\u2019s bottom. Sobbing … partly with the pain but also with relief that it was over … she remained kneeling there, hindquarters thrusting. Haroun gave them a pat.
\u201cFoolish girl,\u201d he said. \u201cYou should have known better.\u201d
\u201cY-Yes … Master…\u201d
\u201cLie down flat again, slave.\u201d
Belle did so, wiping the tears from her eyes. It was, she reflected woefully, proof of Haroun\u2019s professionalism that one moment he could be fucking her beautifully and the next caning her cruelly!
\u201cCan you imagine what it would be like if I went up your backside while it is like it is?\u201d came the query from above.
Belle could not restrain a shudder. \u201cI … I think I c-can, Master,\u201d she said in a low whisper.
\u201cWell, then, the stretching will be for your benefit, will it not?\u201d
\u201cYes, Master,\u201d nodded Belle. But there were tears forming at the back of her eyes again. Why, oh why, did they want to use her in that vile way when … surely … surely … she had something much more attractive to offer? Belle simply could not understand it. Oh what vile creatures some men were! Arabs particularly, she knew. They enjoyed that sort of thing very much.
\u201cSo you should be grateful…\u201d
Belle gritted her teeth. Somehow she was going to have to endure it. Resign herself to it. Just like she had ultimately resigned herself to every other horror which had been perpetrated upon her.
Then Belle suddenly realised that, for the first time for a long, long while, she had not been reacting and thinking like a trained slave. Like the submissive and obedient slave she truly was. She cursed herself inwardly. Such thoughts as she had been having were dangerous. Extremely dangerous! Look what torments they had brought her in the past!
She must have been mad to think that.
The only excuse was her excessive revulsion…
She must pull herself together. She must. She must.
\u201cOpen your legs a little, slave.\u201d
Gritting her teeth even more firmly, Belle did so. Then she flinched involuntarily as she felt some sort of ointment being rubbed between the widened cleft of her nates.
\u201cI am going to make it as easy as possible for you,\u201d said Haroun.
Belle flinched again as his finger began to probe … taking ointment with it. She began to feel slightly sick … and had to summon all her reserve. You\u2019ve endured worse than this, she told herself. Far worse!
Of course you have!
Oh God . . . that finger . . . now in so deep . . . Oh God …
A groaning sob came from Belle\u2019s depths.
Oh God … the degradation of it!
\u201cThere,\u201d said Haroun in an easy going way, \u201cthat will make things easier for you.\u201d
Now Belle felt something rounded and hard pressing against her anal ring. She shuddered; gave a little involuntary moan.
\u201cThis is made of rubber,\u201d Haroun said. \u201cHard rubber. And it\u2019s shaped like a prick. But not a very big one.\u201d
Belle\u2019s teeth were so clenched that she thought some of them might snap. Then she felt the cold knob of the thing enter.
\u201cRelax … relax, slave,\u201d Haroun was saying, \u201cor it will be worse …\u201d
Belle realised that, instinctively, she had been clenching her nates as tight as she could. She let them go. Instantly the dildo-like device moved a fraction further in.
\u201cYou are lucky, slave,\u201d Haroun was saying. \u201cSome slaves just get it stuck straight up them.\u201d He did not quite know, in fact, why he was taking this trouble over the girl. Perhaps because she had made such a superb fuck. But he did not usually let that sort of thing affect him.
He mustn\u2019t get soft!
In went the device another inch or so … and he saw Belle whimper and shudder. She certainly doesn\u2019t like it, he thought … so it would be rather fun to have her when she was large enough. That would take a week or two, though.
Inch by inch, slowly but surely, the device went in, with Belle gasping and shuddering all the time. But, of course, she dare not plead or protest. This, after all, was for her own good!
\u201cThere … \u201c said Haroun condescendingly, \u201cthat\u2019s not too bad, is it?\u201d
There was a choked look on Belle\u2019s features. She made no reply … and got her weal-striped bottom slapped hard. It was, thought Haroun, a delicious bottom to slap.
\u201cAhh .. . no . . . no . . . Master,\u201d answered Belle.
\u201cBut now it\u2019s in,\u201d continued Haroun, \u201cwe have to expand it a little. We have to stretch you.\u201d
He turned a small screw-like wheel at the end of the dildo-device and it began to expand within Belle. Not much, just a quarter of an inch or so all round. Nevertheless, she began to sob.
Oh the horror of it!
\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, slave?\u201d
\u201cN-Nothing … Master …\u201d
\u201cOh … are you sure?\u201d
Yes, Master … I j-just wish … wish to thank you, Master … for … for … what you have done …\u201d
Haroun grinned broadly again.
\u201cAhh … that\u2019s all right then. I\u2019m glad you appreciate my kindness, girl.\u201d
\u201cYes … yes, Master … I … mmmfff … I … mmff .. do …\u201d
Belle simply could not stop herself sobbing.
The device thrust into her wan an obscene sort of intrusion. Yet she had to accept it. Live with it.
\u201cIt will stay where it is \u2014 more or less permanently \u2014 for the next two weeks,\u201d said Haroun. \u201cBut as time passes, it will be increased in length and girth. Until you are quite used to it. Do you understand?\u201d
\u201cMmff . . . mmmfff … oh … y-yes … mmmfff … mmmfff … mmmfff . . . M-Master . . . . u-u-uuuuughhhhhhh . . .\u201d
Belle burst into a flood of tears … accompanied by heaving shoulders and belly-quaking sobs. For the moment, she was quite, quite defeated.
Haroun smiled down on her. Then turned the wheel on the device another notch. Belle gasped and shuddered. \u201cYou\u2019ll soon feel fine,\u201d he said. \u201cYes … real fine!\u201d
He slapped that curvaceous bottom once more.
\u201cOooww….\u201d
\u201cFor the time being, just stay where you are … I\u2019ll check out when you\u2019re first on duty….\u201d
Belle listened to Haroun depart. Her eyes were filled with tears; she repeatedly bit her lips. This new intrusion into her body was a degrading horror … but there was nothing she could do but endure it.
Belle lay there in silent resignation. Since they could do anything they liked with her, what was the point of protesting or resisting?
There was none.
Absolutely none.
She had earned herself ten cruel strokes of the rod for forgetting that. She absorbed the burning throb-throb of the weals. Oh they hurt … how they hurt! No matter how long one\u2019s experience, one could never get used to pain. The last time always seemed almost as bad as the first. They knew that.
That\u2019s how slaves were kept in submission. That\u2019s how they were made to obey.
How stupid I was, Belle told herself. If I had accepted Haroun\u2019s ministrations in silence, those fiery weals would not be there now. She placed her hand as lightly as she could on her right buttock cheek. \u201cAhhh!\u201d she gasped and shed a tea. How hot they felt, those little ridges of torment. And how many of those had been raised on bottom since she became a slave, Belle wondered, with a stab of self-pity?
Hundreds … maybe thousands.
Every one an agony, to a lesser or greater degree. Belle\u2019s mind drifted back. With a sudden vividness, she recalled the first punishment block she had been put over.
Oh the unbelievable horror of that!<\/p>\n