by beltedone
She said, “Now, this shouldn’t hurt the way I am doing it. Just relax. You poop huge loads, so we know that big things can go out. If they can go out, they can go in. Here it comes. Don’t push back. That’s the secret. Just relax those muscles back there, and let it come.”
She pushed a bit and gently pulled back out, helping his rear to get used to the fullness.
Maxine grunted.
Both Lady Victoria and Eve commented on 6’s technique.
Soon, she had the entire cock in Maxine, and he was moaning and screaming like a whore. Shackled to the horse, his male pussy in the air, unable to do anything but feel; he had little choice.
Soon, 6 was pumping hard into him, making him feel the humiliation of knowing his body was receiving pleasure in this way. His moaning grew louder and louder and the ladies commented on the pool of precum that was dripping from his crotch. 6 was milking him dry.
Eve snickered, “Someone is going to have to lick that up like a good little girl.”
6 had to admit she got a lot of satisfaction out of fucking the fucker. And got hot and horny from it herself. Each stroke pushed the base of the dong against her pussy, and she could feel a fine, hard orgasm very close.
Eve told her that he seemed sufficiently fucked, much to 6’s disappointment. She had recorded the session on her cell phone and uploaded it to her Facebook page so everyone could see what a little pussy he was.
“That’s right. All your friends and my friends will know how you take it up the ass. Now, you can lick your shit off the cock. Show her how a cocksucker really sucks, honey. She’s going to be sucking a lot of cock from now on.”
6 was going to wash off the cock before inserting it in Maxine’s mouth but dutifully came to the front of him and tried to push it into his mouth.
He resisted, but with a word from Eve, her friend Ronnie took a paddle from the wall and paddled his ass hard. When he yelped, the cock went into his mouth.
6 could only imagine how foul that cock tasted after being up Maxine’s ass for half an hour.
“Now, teach her how to suck.”
6 started by stroking Maxine’s head. Even though he was a user, 6 felt sorry for him. No one should be treated this way.
She said, “All the girls know how to do this, love. If you are going to be a girl, you have to know how. Usually, I start with the balls and slowly work up, kissing and licking as I go. You can’t do that now, because you’d clamp your mouth shut, so I’ll describe it to you for future reference. Most men love their balls and cocks licked. You carefully take a ball or two into your mouth and gently, very gently, suck. Guys love that, and remember, smile when you do that. You’re supposed to like it.
“You want to make a man a slave, you give him a good BJ. He’ll be your slave forever. Gently kiss and lick the shaft. Lick around the head. Don’t lick the head at first. Make him want it then lick it lightly, very lightly. If you lick hard, he might go off. Guys go off so much quicker than us girls. You’ll learn about that too, I think.
“So, after you’ve licked him to where his cock is rock hard and twitching, take a bit of cock, maybe just the head into your mouth, using your tongue a lot on it. Hold the base with a hand and go up and down slowly with your hand and mouth together.”
Eve interrupted saying, “Maxine was too small to do a mouth and hand trick. There just wasn’t enough cock to get a hold of. Matter of fact, when she was inside me, she was so small, I didn’t feel it at all.”
6 continued, saying, “Some girls like to do a twist with their mouth. They say a man can’t hold it after a few twists. Some men like it, some men don’t. I guarantee that the guy will explode if you find what he likes. There is something about a warm, wet mouth that men like so much. I’ve had men tell me they love the fact that a woman’s face is worshiping their cock.
“If he is a really a hard case with great stamina, you can always slip a wet finger up his butt and massage his prostate. That really makes them explode hard.
“Now, I’m going to slide this cock deep down your throat. Grasp it hard with your lips. It is long enough that it will go down your throat. That is deep throating. I bet you’ve been on the giving end but never the receiving. You have to learn to breath when I pull almost out. Here it comes.”
6 slid the long cock down Maxine’s throat. He gagged a little at first then learned to control his throat and breathing.
“You’re going to be a great cock sucker, baby,” said Eve, leaning over and ruffling his hair.
“Maybe you can practice on Ronnie when we get home,” Eve said. “He’s got an enormous cock.”
As instructed, 6 gave Maxine another hard rear fucking. She orgasmed once and everyone laughed at how much 6 was enjoying it and Maxine wasn’t. They were releasing something evil and cruel in 6, and she battled with herself so it wouldn’t overcome her good nature. She had been used. She knew it was wrong to do it to others, but this one had used 9, and she wanted payback.
Soon, Ronnie went outside and came back with a large, open wooden box on a dolly with a chair bolted inside.
Eve said, “Now, we are going to put you in the chair, seal the box, and air freight you to Mexico. You’ll be put on a plane that Daddy uses to pick up dope. You will be met at the airport by a delivery van that will take you to the plastic surgeon. You should be there, chained to a bed, for about three months until you heal. Then, it is back to me to start your new life as my servant until I tire of you. I haven’t figured out the last part of this scenario yet. But know one thing, it will be the cruelest thing I can imagine, and you know I am one cruel bitch.”
Eve went over and kissed Maxine on the cheek, avoiding the feces-covered lips. A single tear ran down his eye as Ronnie unshackled him and put him in the box, lashing him to the chair. He tried to struggle a little, but the brute was too strong. He screamed a little as the gag was put in his mouth then moaned through the gag as the lid of the box was screwed down tight. The noise was much less then stopped with a whimper.
It was not until three months later that Lady Victoria saw Maxine again. Eve brought her to a party. She was gorgeous, naked except for some gauzy pink material over her waist and around her shoulders. She could pass for a model on any runway in the world. She had a small waist, perfect breasts, a cute rear. Her lips were plumped. The hair was brunette with blonde highlights. She had a gold, sparkling rouge around her breasts and face that gave her an otherworld look like a beautiful alien in a rock video.
Eve led her around on a leash, and during the night, she lent Maxine out to several couples so that she could service them during the dinner and afterward during the general orgy.
Although obedient, one could see that Maxine was not happy.
It was not until a few more months that Lady Victoria saw Eve again. This time, only with Ronnie. She held his massive arm as they were walking into the pallor.
Lady Victoria said, “Hi Eve, Ronnie. No Maxine tonight. Giving your sexy slave the night off?”
Eve smiled a wicked smile at the lady and said, “No, sweet Maxine started to bore me, so I found a more suitable place for her. I thought about all the nasty things I could do to her for humiliating me. I couldn’t decide which one was the best or worst—a Mexican brothel or primping her on the streets.
“Then, I was talking to a client of the firm’s at a small, intimate function. He is a beautiful Arab from the Middle East. My God, they make handsome men there. Of course not as beautiful as you, Ronnie.” She squeezed his arm, and he smiled.
“Anyway, I told him I had a slave I needed to dispose of. Seems he is from an old, very important family from one of the many small emirates in the Gulf. He has an uncle who is a minor sheik. Well, it seems the uncle loves the ladies and has about ten wives, but he loves the she-males even more. They have a saying over there, something about, ‘ A woman for duty, a boy for pleasure.’ Something like that.
“So, I proposed sending Maxine over on a trial basis. The sheik loved her. The best part
is that she will be a member of the harem forever. She will be around beautiful semi-naked women for the rest of her life, but because her tiny thing is permanently locked, she will never be able to make love. She will eat and sleep with them. They will be near her all the time, tempting her, and she won’t be able to do anything about it. Can you imagine the frustration? Also, the women hate the she-males, because they have to compete with them for the sheik’s time, so she was beaten by them the first night. Now, she is treated as their personal slave. She washes their clothes and cleans their chamber pots. She will do every nasty, menial job in the harem for the rest of her life. She’ll be fucked every night and worked like a dog every day. The best part of all is that she will be used continually by the old sheik who loves fucking boys.
“All in all, a very sweet revenge. I like the idea that I didn’t physically hurt her. But she is going to have a very long and very unhappy life. Every day will be a new humiliation. From corporate raider to harem slut, quite a fall.”
Victoria and Eve went out to do the paperwork to change her membership from married to single with guest.
CHAPTER NINE -
Arabian Nights
It was another night at the Institute. Everyone was directed to the theater that was set up like a Persian sheik’s courtyard. The audience sat on multicolored pillows on the floor while beautiful girls and boys in silk harem costumes attended them. Or one would say the bottoms of a harem girl’s costume. They were in the silk see-thru pants, and their faces were covered in veils, but their breasts were exposed. Some had piercings and nipple chains that swung from side to side as they attended to the guests.
The room was draped in red silk and Persian tapestries. There was a red smoke or fog in the air and the scent of jasmine. The players were encouraged to try the hookah pipes, which contained strong hashish that put everyone in an extremely mellow, erotic mood. It was like smoking ecstasy.
At center stage was a mass of pillows.
Lady Victoria waited until the crowd was just a bit restless with anticipation before walking out in a soft pink, silk harem princess outfit complete with whip and said to the audience, “Welcome. Tonight, we will start the festivities with a tableau. Imagine Arabia in the 16th century. A fierce warrior sheik has just overrun an expedition to the holy land and kidnapped a beautiful English woman whom he intends to make part of his harem. What would that first night be like when he makes her his forever?”
Lady Victoria quietly moved away from the stage as two people entered.
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One is a bold, strong sheik wearing the finest silks. In his arms, still struggling, is a small, beautiful, pale blonde maiden with little to hide her many charms. He throws her on the pillows, laughing as she bounces, and sits down beside her, kissing her on the lips while she struggles. She tries to hit him, but he easily holds her wrists, drawing her to him.
She was kidnapped from an English expedition; she has that English fair skin and fair complexion. She is not used to the ways of a strong, powerful man. From her eyes, the crowd can see that she feared this handsome brute and something else. Something more powerful was at work here.
The powerful Arab was a sight to behold. Nearly naked except for some flowing robes at his waist, his body looked like it was chiseled out of solid rock. There was a long scar from a sword cut running down one arm and a smaller one below his right eye, but his fine muscles were magnificent as was his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones of a prince.
“Dance for me, little one,” he commanded.
The beautiful maiden had no choice but to please her captor, and she knew it. She tries to dance as the other harem girls had taught her, but her movements are jerky and awkward.
“No, wench, move that body like you are trying to seduce me. Move it like your life depended on it, because, as you may know, it does. If you do not please me tonight, I will give you to my men. When they are done, you will be fit only for the vultures.”
Alarmed at the threat, she stops, closes her eyes, and begins again. Her movements became more fluid.
Everyone in the crowd was entranced by the girl’s dance.
Her body moved with the fluidity of a snake, as if she had no bones at all. Her hips shimmied and shook, displaying her fine, round rear. Her pelvis was a thing of beauty, moving as if a machine. She brought her arms above her head, and it accented her small but perfectly round breasts.
When she shook her body, her beautiful breasts shook, and the sheik smiled a wicked smile. He was imagining how those nipples would look pierced with a chain between the piercing. This one showed promise. The sheik let the girl display herself in a more wanton manner, encouraging her to move as a harem dancer would move.
She displayed her perfectly round rear to him, bending a bit to accentuate it. She opened her legs and exposed her most precious gift to the aroused man.
He just smiled and let her dance. Some sort of diamond piercing there would be beautiful. Owning this one will be a joy. The horses that had to be broken were always the best to ride. It was the way of the desert.
The special herbs that the harem girls had given her were taking effect. Her skin was flushed. She felt warm all over and horny in a way she had never felt before. When she touched her own skin, she almost cried out in pleasure. And her brain was on fire. All she could think about was having this beautiful, strong man inside her. The drugs released her desires in a new way. She felt like a vixen in a cheap novel.
When the girl had obviously become lost in the dance, the sheik pulled her down onto his lap. The front of her fine, voluptuous body was exposed to him. Her luscious breasts were inches from his body.
She was so tired from the dance that she was a bit disoriented.
He held her in his arms. For a large, strong man, his touch was soft and nice.
In spite of it, her body responded, and she had to stifle a moan as his hands caressed her like never before. The young men she had been with in England had been shy and inexperienced. This one knew what he was doing.
Once again, she started to breathe faster, and he held her until her breathing became normal, making her feel his body against his, then he pushed away from her and stared into her eyes. He had soulful brown eyes that were near hypnotic. The young maiden, not used to the ways of the world, was caught by them. Like a snake charming a bird, she was ripe for the seduction. As he leaned in, inches at a time, his sensual, slightly wet lips parted just a bit. She could see the pleasures they offered. And surrendered to them. She tried to close her eyes, but he wouldn’t allow it.
Their lips met for the first time, and there was electricity in the kiss. It was not tentative but forceful and demanding and very, very addictive.
But this one never gave her enough. He kept pulling away whenever she started to get very turned on. She thought that was mean, for her hunger was a physical thing. It was a disease that only he could cure. It was like not sharing a sweet fruit with a starving person. She wanted more of that fruit. She kissed him again, and their bodies came together. She was in his lap at this point and could feel his large erection on her rear. She tried to tear at her silks and allow it inside her.
He put a hand on her breast and gently massaged it, teasing her nipple erect with much skill. He smiled at her and said, “Do you know how we sheiks keep so many women, my little blond one?”
She shook her head.
He smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth and said, “We keep them so satisfied, they would never think of leaving. We make love to them so hard and long that they are like languid pools for days after. You will lay with the other girls at the harem fountain and wait for me to send for you. I will become your entire world.”
Deep in her heart, she knew what he was saying was true. That she would surrender to the pleasures this man offered.
With that, he kissed her harder but pulled away when she was into it.
She moaned in frustration.
He was building need in her. He was building
a hot fire in her only he could put out. They both knew this, and she couldn’t do a thing to stop how her body felt.
Over and over, he kissed her lips and used his talented tongue to inflame her. Their tongues danced in a slow, seductive waltz. Each time she tried to make it a tango, he slowed her to his pace, a romantic waltz. His tongue danced with hers, and she never knew it could feel so good. When she was so into it, she would do anything for another kiss, but he would pull away and just look at her. No man had ever tried to control her emotionally before. She was all red-hot feeling and burning nerve endings. Each touch, each caress was creating more heat, and she moaned in desire again. It was a little, polite moan of a polite, well-bred Englishwoman.
The sheik laughed and said, “Such a polite, quiet moan. Tonight, you will moan like the whore you are. You will scream long and loud, and everyone here will know you are my woman.”
She shook her head, afraid of what that moan would mean, but it mattered not. The sheik caressed her and teased her until she thought she would overheat and explode like some infernal machine. She was near hyperventilation and weak and dizzy from the effort.
The sheik kissed down her body, stopping to roughly bite a nipple.
The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was both pain and pleasure, and it left her confused. It also made her moist, and she was a bit ashamed of that.
The sheik caressed her delta, felt the wetness with a finger, brought the finger to his lips, tasted it, and smiled. “You are delicious, my dear. I knew you would be.”
His hand returned to her vagina and proceeded to massage her tender parts slowly and carefully.
She was softly murmuring incomprehensible syllables with her eyes closed. Then, she became louder as the sheik applied a bit more pressure on her lower lips. At one point, a loud moan escaped her lips. She quickly stifled it, but the crowd clapped and applauded, and embarrassed, she turned red for a few seconds before the pleasures overwhelmed her.
