Chapter Three
Greg
I learn from the police that Sheik Kalid el Fassel was the only bidder for Heidi
and he has taken her to his palace, a hundred miles into the interior. My
rental car gets me there the next day and I arrive to find a huge wall
surrounding the grounds of the palace. After an hour's argument with the guard
at the gate, a large, black man, attired only in a loincloth, comes to the gate
and admits me.
I am taken to a room in the palace and told to wait. After what seems an
eternity, a tall man dressed in purple robes and wearing a white turban enters
the room. It is Sheik Kalid. A thick beard covers much of his face but his
eyes are his most striking features. Dark black, they seem to have the ability
to see right through your skull.
"You are Mr. Cole."
He says it not as a question but simply a fact. I nod and start to say
something but he holds up his hand for silence.
"Your wife has arrived a few minutes ago and is being attended to. I assure you
that she is well taken care of. What is it you wish?"
"May I see her?"
"That is out of the question for the time being. Your wife will go through
indoctrination as to my requirements, which will be rather lengthy and perhaps
somewhat difficult for her. I'm afraid your presence would simply prolong the
time it takes to train her and would interfere with my plans."
"You don't expect me to simply leave her alone here for an entire year!"
"That is exactly what I expect, Mr. Cole. That is the bargain you made with the
court. I have paid your debt for you; you should be thankful."
"Please, Sheik Kalid! I love Heidi very much. I can't stand the thought of
being apart from her for an entire year."
Sheik Kalid turns and pours a glass of wine from a decanter at a nearby bar.
For several minutes he studies the glass.
"I will consider allowing your presence under certain circumstances. First of
all, you will become my servant; to do my bidding as I see fit. Regardless of
what I demand, you will perform your duties without question. Furthermore,
whenever you are in the presence of your wife, you will be constrained. Under
no circumstances will you be allowed to touch her. If I hear any protest from
you, you will be severely disciplined. Are you willing to accept these
conditions?"
'Yes! Oh, Yes! I'll do anything!"
Kalid rings a small bell and the huge black man suddenly appears as if from thin
air.
"Casio, take Mr. Cole and see that he is properly outfitted. Then, bring him
back to me in the discipline room."
"Oh, Mr. Cole! Don't expect to have much of a conversation with Casio. He was
very disrespectful when he first came to me so I cut out his tongue."
Heidi
As I was taken from the auction stage, I grabbed what was left of my prison
dress. The buttons had all been ripped off but at least I could hold it around
me while I was loaded into a windowless van. Things were happening so fast, I
didn't have time to worry about what I was getting into.
The handsome Arab who had paid for me was not in the van. Rather, a large,
black man settled into the driver's seat after chaining me to the floor in the
back of the van. For several hours we traveled over dusty, bumpy roads. I
begged for water a couple of times but the black man ignored me. Finally, I
felt the van come to a stop and saw the driver get out. The back door opened up
and he reached in and unlocked my chains.
As I exited from the van, I was awestruck at what I saw. The Sheik's palace was
enormous! Gold leaf framed all of the windows, which were stained glass. It
must have risen four stories high with towers on the two front corners. A
massive wooden door served as the entrance. Standing at the door is an
attractive black woman. She is naked from the waist up and gold rings dangle
from her nipples. Her hair is cut extremely short and gold earrings accent the
high cheekbones of her face. She wears purple gauze harem pants that hangs low
on her hips and gold colored sandals.
The black driver takes my arm and leads me over to the woman, waiting by the
door. She studies me as if she were deciding whether she should admit me or
not. Finally, she takes my arm.
"Come. Sheik Kalid wishes you to be properly outfitted for your duties."
The woman, whom I learn is named Domino, takes me to the inner regions of the
palace where there is a large bathroom. In the middle of the room is a huge
pool of water with steam rising from it. Without saying a word, she removes my
dress and directs me into the water. I eagerly sink down, relishing the first
bath I've had in several days. Domino removes her skirt and joins me in the
pool and begins to sponge my body with the most heavenly scented soap I've ever
smelled. When she brushes against my breasts they immediately react by growing
firmer and I sigh softly while closing my eyes. Her hands gently caress me
until I almost fall asleep. Too soon, she tells me to get out of the pool. A
large towel is waiting for me and I dry off with Domino's help.
Then she sits me on a stool and brushes my hair for the longest time. If this
is what my year of service will be like, I am ecstatic. Finally, she raises me
to my feet.
"We must now go to Rashed."
Not knowing who or what Rashad is, I wrap the towel around me and meekly follow
her out of the bath and down a deserted hallway. We soon come to a door, which
Assail opens for me. Inside the room I see that it is virtually empty except
for a padded table with straps hanging down on each side. The meaning of these
is lost on me until Domino has me drop the towel and lay down on the table on my
back. She then draws the straps across me with one just beneath my breasts, one
across my stomach, and two more on my legs. My arms are pinned at my side and I
can scarcely move.
An older man suddenly appears in the room and I blush with modesty, unable to
cover myself in his presence. He seems disinterested in my body while he busies
himself arranging several items on a tray that are beyond my field of vision.
Domino stands on one side of the table while the man turns to me on the other.
"Let's start with the left," he says, holding a long needle in his gloved hand.
I'm shocked when Domino grasps my left breast and squeezes it until the tip
becomes engorged. The man quickly thrusts the needle through it, just beneath
the aureole. I gasp but the pain last only for a second or two. A drop of
blood appears where the needle exits my flesh and he dabs it with cotton ball
damp with disinfectant.
Removing the needle, he takes a small, gold ring with a gap in it that he
carefully threads through the incision he has just made. After it passes through
my flesh he presses the two ends together with pliers and rotates it until the
joint is hidden inside my breast. When finally placed, the ring rest
permanently over my left nipple, framing it like a halo.
The man nods and Domino grasps my right breast, squeezing it as she had the
left. The same procedure occurred once more and in less time than I could
imagine I had been outfitted with two gold rings through my tits.
"Rashad, her ears have already been pierced"
"Yes, I see. That makes our work easier."
Gold earrings were placed in the lobes of my ears while Domino held my head
steady. Judging from the manner in which Rashad operated, I could tell that
these were there permanently as well.
"What about her clit?" Domino asked Rashad. I flinched when I heard her
question and began to perspire.
"No, Sheik Kalid wishes to delay that for the time being. Today, we are simply
to place one at the entrance, piercing the labia."
"No! Wait! Why are you doing this? Please, don't! Owwwww!"
My protests meant nothing to the couple as they pinched the fold of my pussy and
plunged a needle through one side. Again, a gold ring was placed through the
opening and the temporary gap closed.
The straps holding me down were released and I was helped to my feet. The first
thing I saw was myself reflected in a mirror on the wall. I had to admit that
the rings in my nipples were quite erotic looking. The earrings had small tags
hanging from them with strange markings on them. The ring through the lips of
my pussy felt cool against my flesh and it stung a little as I gingerly took a
few steps.
"Put these on," Domino said, handing me a pair of harem pants made of light blue
chiffon. The belt was only a couple of inches wide and hung low on my hips. I
was a little surprised to see that there was no crotch and the rear was
completely open. With the sides split from ankle to thigh, I was, for all
intents and purposes, naked. As a final step, I sat while Domino braided my
long, blonde hair. She rubbed my upper body with scented oil and stood back to
appraise her handiwork.
"See for yourself," she said, pointing to a mirror.
As I looked at myself, I was astonished at my transformation. The oil made my
flesh darker and the gold rings in my ears and breasts sparkled in the light.
The ring hanging between my thighs was most erotic and I couldn't help but
spread my legs a bit to catch the full effect. I turned to Domino and smiled.
"Thank you," I said.
"You may not be so grateful, young one," she remarked gravely. I was a little
surprised at her attitude but decided not to dim my enthusiasm for my new look.
"Here, drink this!" she said, holding out a glass of slightly pink liquid.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Vitamins," she responded. "We want to keep you well nourished."
The drink was slightly bitter but I drank it down and handed back the empty
glass.
"Now, we must hurry! Sheik Kalid is waiting!"
Domino hurried out and I followed as we climbed several flights of stairs.
Finally, we reached a landing where the stairs ended. Facing us was another
heavy wooden door, studded with iron nails. Domino pushed against it and it
swung open slowly. She turned and motioned for me to follow as she entered the
room.
"Greg! Oh, God, I thought I wouldn't see you for a year!"
Greg was standing against a post with his hands behind him; a strange look on
his face. He was naked except for a loincloth. Next to him stood the Arab who
had paid for me at the auction. I knew that this was Sheik Kalid.
"You are not to speak to your husband without permission, Mrs. Cole. He is here
only as a spectator with my indulgence. If you more than acknowledge his
presence, I will have him banished from the palace."
Greg squirmed and I realized that his hands were either tied or chained behind
the post, preventing him from moving. A further glance revealed that a gag had
been placed in his mouth; a large bar drawn tight against his jaw and held in
place by a strap around his neck. His countenance was one of concern and I
immediately grew worried that something had gone terribly wrong.
"Please! Don't hurt him!"
"I don't intend to unless he provokes it. Now, stand with your fingers laced
behind your head and your legs spread apart!"
I am having difficulty taking all of this in and pause, trying to understand
what is happening.
"You will obey my commands immediately without question, Heidi," he remarked
evenly, using my given name for the first time. "I will forgive you this
instance, but future diffidence will be punished severely. Now, do as I
command!"
His voice shocks me into focus and I quickly place my hands behind my head and
spread my legs apart. The position serves to elevate my breasts and flatten my
stomach. My breathing is rapid. I steal a glance at Greg and his eyes are
riveted on me. I smile inwardly as I notice he has an erection.
"You've done well, Domino. We need to focus on a few things and she will be
worthy."
"Yes, Master."
"Heidi, you are probably wondering what you will be doing here for the next
year. It is our intention to teach you all of the ways of pleasing a man until
you accept that this is your only purpose in life. You will learn to offer
yourself to anyone who asks, willingly and eagerly. No act will be beneath your
will or your passion. Do you understand?"
I am stunned! I had assumed that I would be spending the year as a servant,
waiting on the Sheik as a maid or cook or some other menial attendant. What he
was suggesting was absurd!
"You must be crazy! I would never submit to such a thing!"
"I anticipated that this would be your initial reaction. Do you think I would
have spent that much money on someone to cook my dinner? Wash my clothes?
Sweep my floors? You are the one who is demented if you think that those rings
in your tits would help you tend to my palace."
"For the next year," he continued, "you will become my slave. Your only
function will be to serve me in any manner I desire. Your body will become
simply a vehicle for my enjoyment. Each day you will be whipped to remind you
of your situation. To the degree you are punished depends on how quickly you
realize that you have no choice."
"I'll never . . ."
"Do not speak from this point forward unless you are given permission! If you
are asked a question, your only response will be 'Yes, Master'. Do you
understand?"
"I will not submit to you. . .ever!"
"For that you've earned an extra five strokes of the whip. My servant, Batu,
will tend to you, preparing you further for your training. I will see you again
shortly."
As Kalid was speaking, a hand touched my shoulder. I turn and am startled to
see a dwarf, no more than three feet tall. He, too, is naked save for a
loincloth.
"Come with me, little one," he says in a high pitched voice. "Batu will take
care of you."
