Felicia

by S. J. Lewis

  “Your blonde is indeed quite pleasant to look at,” Abou said. He was still stroking the back of his own blonde slave. “And it is wonderful to see how well she can move. But is this all that you have brought us to see?”

  “No, indeed,” Ismail replied, his eyes still fixed on Felicia. Selim had just hauled her up roughly onto her knees. She was facing towards him and his guests, clearly half strangled by her leather collar, but her arms remained limp at her sides. She did not struggle at all, only waited until Selim relaxed his grip and allowed her to get back onto her hands and knees. He began leading her back and forth again, very slowly. “But see how firm those teats of hers are? They do not sag at all, even when she is like that.”

  “Yes, it is quite impressive, given their size. But you have not answered my question, and I know that you are always most considerate of your guests.”

  “You know me well, my friend,” Ismail laughed softly. “I do have something more interesting to watch in mind, and it will begin soon. It will be another step in her training.”

  “Ah,” Abou smiled and nodded. “Yes! I knew it must be something like that. Perhaps my lovely Anulka would find it interesting as well?”

  “Perhaps,” Ismail said.

  Felicia was beginning to feel very tired, and still the big eunuch made her crawl around and around, occasionally stopping her and making her take up some obscene and degrading new pose for a moment before making her crawl again. She couldn’t understand the point of all this. But maybe the only point of it was to shame her and wear her out, and then, maybe, offer her body to those men. That last thought always tied her stomach up in knots. She was sure it would hurt, and then she would have to be examined by that evil, creepy doctor again. She had seen him twice now, the first time after her whipping and gang rape, when he had pierced her navel and put a heavy ring through it, and later, when she had been strapped down onto that exam chair again. His nurse had assisted him as he pierced her nipples and put rings through those as well, and had even stayed to watch as he fucked her while she was strapped down and unable to stop him, or even make it difficult for him. If and when she saw him again, she suspected that he would put rings through her labia, and she was not looking forward to that at all.

  Finally, Selim gave her the order to rest. As with everything else, that meant that she had to take up a specific pose. This one was simple. She stretched out full length on her side on the carpet, her back to the watching men. She knew how that pose accentuated her hips. They had shown her pictures. They had shown her pictures of every position they had taught her to assume, and she knew it was to put that last little bit of polish on her shame.

  Shortly afterwards, she heard the bustle of somebody entering the room, but as she had not been given either an order or permission to move, she remained as she was. At least it was comfortable, and she didn’t have to look at those men.

  “Up, slut,” Selim ordered. He yanked roughly at her leash. Whenever he did that, he expected an especially prompt response. Felicia scrambled up onto her hands and knees again. Selim kept pulling firmly on her leash, forcing her head up so that she had to look.

  Neha was there, naked and collared as she was. The terrible old woman Felicia had seen once or twice in the harem held the end of her leash. Selim’s position in the harem was to be an enforcer and punisher. Felicia had no idea what the old woman’s job was, but her appearance was frightening. She was tall and bony and seemed to be angry all the time. She always wore a featureless black robe that covered everything but her claw like hands. She even wore some sort of headgear that covered her head tightly but left her face bare. Felicia always wished that she would take the next step and cover her face as well. She had a beaklike nose, a cruel, thin-lipped mouth that turned down at the corners, and beady little eyes under the most imposing unibrow that Felicia had ever seen. Whoever she was, she was in a position of some authority in the harem. And now she was here, with Neha, and Felicia had to wonder why.

  Selim led her over to Neha and made her stop once they were head to head. Neha looked nervous and uneasy.

  “I am here to demonstrate what you are to do,” Neha whispered.

  “What?” Felicia whispered back after a nervous sidelong glance at the men, who seemed to have a renewed interest in what was going on. “What is it?”

  “I must show you,” Neha said. “But now, you must kiss me.”

  Felicia hesitated at that, and then she felt the end of Selim’s whip trailing lightly across her ass. She immediately turned her head towards Neha. She had expected it to be a quick, light kiss, but Neha turned it into a long one, and used her tongue. Felicia blinked, but Neha, her eyes closed, continued the kiss. She even looked as if she was enjoying it. Afraid to break the kiss herself, Felicia played along. It wasn’t so bad, was it? After all, Neha had cared for her, comforted her, even slept naked with her in that nasty little cell. More, she had rubbed Felicia’s body with that scented medicinal oil that had helped the welts from her whipping to heal. This was just a kiss. She could handle a kiss, couldn’t she? Then she remembered that those men were watching, and she felt her cheeks growing hot.

  Neha finally broke the kiss. She smiled at Felicia almost sleepily. “Now, Felicia, watch,” she said.

  Two servants had brought in heavy posts set on thick wooden bases. Now they stood by them, their faces impassive. Felicia saw that each post had a thick black dildo set on it about a foot and a half up from the floor. The scary old woman proceeded to smear one of them with something that glistened and dripped slowly, then signaled for Neha to come over. The dusky-skinned girl bowed her head and began backing towards the post. The old woman guided the dildo with a hand as Neha came closer. Felicia saw her wince a little and pause. Then she backed up, slowly and deliberately until her round little bottom was against the post. There she stayed. She raised her head and looked at Felicia.

  “It is not what you think,” she said. She seemed to be in some distress. “I have taken it up my anus. You must do the same.”

  “What?” Felicia was shocked enough to raise her voice above a murmur. The next thing she knew, Selim had brought his short whip down across her ass. Shocked and startled now, Felicia yelped, even as she realized that Selim had not used his full strength. She heard the men laughing.

  “I can’t do that!” she hissed desperately to Neha. “I can’t!”

  “If you do not, they will whip you,” Neha replied without looking at her.

  Felicia felt the tip of the whip trailing across her back and shuddered. While all of the marks from her whipping had faded, the memory of it was still vivid in her mind. She whimpered and turned her back towards the post. At least the dildo on hers didn’t seem to be quite as large as the one on Neha’s. She let Selim guide her with the leash as she backed up slowly. She couldn’t feel the dildo yet, but already she dreaded how she imagined it would feel. The big eunuch kept urging her on with a gentle but constant pressure on her leash. Then she felt the first touch of the dildo between her clenched ass cheeks and she balked. She couldn’t help it. Selim pulled harder on her leash, and for a moment she was determined to let him choke her that way rather than submit.

  The whip came down across her ass again, harder than before, making her jump and shriek. Overcome, she broke down and cried, sobbing bitterly. She heard the men laughing uproariously at that. Selim pulled on her leash again, and she gave in, backing up as she was supposed to. She felt the old woman’s hands on her ass, felt the tip of the dildo pressing against her anus.

  “It is not so bad,” Neha whispered. “It is not as bad as being whipped.”

  Felicia groaned through her tears, forcing herself to crawl backwards, but as slowly as possible without risking another kiss of the short whip. It wasn’t easy, physically or emotionally. They had inserted small plugs up her ass before, usually before the sheik took her, but none of them had been as thick or as long as the thing they were making her impale herself on now. Trying to relax her ass was hard eno
ugh, physically, but having to debase herself like this in front of all those men was breaking her spirit.

  The head of the dildo was slowly pushed up her ass as she kept backing up. She was grateful for the lubricant that had been so liberally smeared on it. Selim gave her leash an angry little yank, then began pulling hard. Felicia groaned as the wide head finally forced its way all the way through, and kept groaning even though the rest of it slid up into her much more easily. Finally, she felt the wooden post between her rear cheeks. Selim let up on her leash. She groaned again. She felt as if the post, instead of the dildo, had been shoved up her ass. It was distressing, uncomfortable, and degrading beyond words to be forced to do what she had just been forced to do, in front of an audience, no less. Her breath came quick and shallow and she had an urge to drop down onto her elbows. She didn’t dare do that, though. She hadn’t been ordered to, or given permission to, and Selim was still nearby with that whip. She stayed on her hands and knees, her head hanging down, her long blonde hair hiding her face and sweeping the floor. Then Selim used the leash to pull her head back up. Someone brushed the hair out of her face and she could see that the men had all left their seats and were standing around her all except for the one who claimed ownership of her. She could see him, still occupying his ornate, heavy chair, smiling at her. She also saw the other blonde woman who had been brought here, keeping very still on her elbows and knees alongside one of the empty chairs. She saw everything out of the corners of her eyes, because she could not, would not, or should not look at any of the men directly, unless she was ordered to do so.

  “She seems to be in some discomfort,” laughed Abou as he looked down at Felicia.

  “This is the last part of her training to take it up her pretty round ass,” Ismail spoke up. “In a little while, I will use her that way myself for the first time. Would you believe that this slut has never done that before?”

  Felicia dug her nails into the carpet. She could hear the men talking again, and she knew that it was about her. She didn’t understand a word of any of it, and she didn’t want to. But she always knew when they were talking about her.

  “You all have been eying this female since she was brought in,” Ismail said. “I invite you all to satisfy yourselves further. She is quite sensitive and responsive, her teats especially so. Enjoy yourselves.”

  Felicia held her tongue as evil-looking men in long robes ran their hands over her body, fondling, squeezing, and pinching. This wasn’t the first time it had happened since she had been brought here, but she would never, ever become accustomed to it. She felt hands squeezing her breasts, her ass, her thighs; she heard them making comments as they felt this or that part of her. A few even tugged lightly at the rings through her nipples. After a while she couldn’t keep completely still any more. She winced or whined or moved a little bit away. She felt as if every hand was coated with filth, and each touch rubbed more of that filth off on her. And on top of everything else, there was still that damned dildo stuffed deep inside of her, growing more and more unbearable by the moment. But Selim held her leash tightly, and she feared the whip he carried, so she endured it.

  “My friends,” Ismail called out. “There is more! If you would all return to your seats, we may begin.”

  “That is a most appealing female, my friend,” Abou said to Ismail as he sat down. “I would be happy to give you my sweet little Anulka for the night in exchange for a night with…what is her name again?”

  “Felicia,” Ismail replied. “I would be happy to do so, but it would not be a fair exchange. Mine is not fully trained yet. She does not know all the ways to give men pleasure.”

  “I understand, sayyid,” Abou nodded as his hand drifted to the blonde head of his slave. “Perhaps once she is trained?”

  “Certainly,” Ismail agreed. “Your Anulka is most appealing as well. Now, my friends, let us sit and watch.”

  Felicia heard her name mentioned once. It was yet one more bit of shame added to all the shame that she felt already. A strange and disturbing silence had fallen over the room. She felt a subtle tightening of Selim’s grip on her leash, a bit of added pressure pulling her back, keeping her firmly impaled. She glanced quickly over towards Neha, but she was looking the other way.

  The dildo started vibrating. It happened so abruptly that Felicia squealed loudly in surprise and shock. She started to try to crawl away from the post, but Selim kept her in place. The vibrating suddenly became stronger. She squealed again, dropping onto her elbows, wincing, her lips drawn back from her teeth, her eyes shut tight. The vibrating went on and on, and she heard the men laughing again.

  Then it stopped. Felicia stayed as she was, panting and gasping for breath.

  “Up, slut,” Selim ordered gruffly as he pulled on her leash. Weak, shaky, Felicia got off of her elbows and onto her hands. Her head still hung low. And then the vibrating started again. She gritted her teeth and tried to endure it in silence, but in a short while it became too much. She groaned. The vibrations picked up strength, and she groaned again.

  It stopped. She tensed, waiting for it to start again. She could feel all the men’s eyes on her, watching, eagerly waiting to see how she would react the next time that the vibrator was turned on, every one of them aware that it was stuffed up her virgin ass, every one of them drooling over her nakedness, her helplessness and her degradation. She wanted to die.

  Chapter Nine

  Felicia sobbed and cried and blubbered. Neha simply held her, rocking her back and forth as she made soft, crooning noises. They were both naked, back in that dark, nasty little cell where Felicia was kept whenever they weren’t trying out some new torment on her. She was past caring what they would do to her next. She clung desperately to Neha, who let her cry herself out.

  “I want to die,” Felicia moaned weakly. “I can’t take this. I can’t!”

  “Ssssh,” Neha said softly. “You must. It is not as bad as it could be for you. It can be worse. Much worse.”

  “How?” Felicia sobbed weakly.

  “You would not want me to tell you,” Neha replied.

  “How do you stand it?” Felicia asked. “Is it easier in the harem?”

  “It is,” Neha admitted. “It is much easier in there.”

  Felicia sniffled. “I thought I was going to be put in there when they first brought me here. I thought that it would be horrible. But this…” she gestured at the small, dank cell,

  ”this is even more horrible. I feel like an animal, trapped and abused.”

  “Hush,” Neha said softly as she stroked Felicia’s hair. “You are an animal, as are all of us in the harem.”

  “But why are you in the harem, while they keep me like this?”

  “Because you are new, and untrained,” Neha answered. “You must learn obedience, and to keep to your place.”

  “But you saw what they did to me!” Felicia exclaimed. “How can…how can…” she dissolved into tears again.

  “They do it because they can, and it pleases them,” Neha said calmly. “We are animals. It does not matter what we think or feel.” She continued to stroke Felicia’s hair. It was somehow more comforting than Felicia would have imagined possible.

  “You are very beautiful,” Neha whispered. “I will tell you something I should not.”

  “What?” Felicia whispered back.

  “You will be made to suffer far more before you are permitted to enter into the harem. And even when you are so permitted, your sufferings will continue. You will simply be more comfortable during the times when you are let alone.”

  Felicia thought about that. Suffering or not, being moved to the harem would be a distinct step up from being kept in what amounted to solitary confinement between her public and often painful humiliations. She had become so desperate for any form of human contact that didn’t involve men wanting to fuck her that she even welcomed being held and caressed by another naked woman, something she wouldn’t have even considered possible before. Or was this just
another step in how they were breaking her, turning her into a slave? She didn’t know. She couldn’t know. And right now she didn’t care. Neha was soft and gentle, her voice was soothing, her close contact comforting. It was one tiny allotment of pleasure in an existence of pain and humiliation. Felicia would grab at it with both hands whenever it was offered, and she knew it.

  “You are very beautiful too,” she said to the slender young woman. And indeed, she was, in a different way than Felicia. Neha was slender and supple, her breasts small, a bit pointy, and delicate-looking, while Felicia’s body was a collection of fertile curves, from her full, round breasts to her narrow waist, to her swelling hips.

  “I hate these,” Felicia said, indicating the rings through her nipples. “They make me feel like property. If I am put into the harem, will they remove them?”

  Neha laughed, faintly and bitterly. “Oh, yes,” she nodded. “They will remove them, if they feel like it. But do not think that they will not put them back on you whenever they want.”

  “But…” Felicia looked at Neha’s small breasts. The dark nipples were unadorned.