Chapter 7
Heidi
Kalid is angry with me and I am being punished. During last night's dinner, one
of the guests complained that I wasn't enthusiastic enough for his tastes. I
will admit that after five hours and countless orgasms, my exhausted body found
it difficult to concentrate on my duties. I humbled myself before Kalid and
begged his forgiveness but he is uncompromising.
I stand at the gates of his palace, a metal rod piercing my pussy some eight or
nine inches. Heavy chains weight me down so that I have difficulty in standing
erect. Even when I am on my toes, it feels that the tip of the rod will pierce
my insides. Like the earlier part of my servitude, when I was forced to ride
the "horse", the muscles in my calves scream in agony so I must shift up and
down periodically to relieve the tension.
I have considered leaping in the air to escape the shaft, but the weight of the
chains wouldn't allow me to get high enough to evade this rod and the
consequences of missing frighten me. So here I stand, sliding up and down on
this monstrous dildo, suffering orgasm after orgasm. A woman stands in the
shadows, watching me. She's been there for an hour and has never moved. I pay
her little mind since I am involved in my own descent into delicious
degradation.
As Kalid's sex slave for more than five months now, I disdain the contemptible
stares of the people as they pass me by. No longer am I concerned about my
nakedness or open wantonness. I live for sexual gratification in whatever form
I can find it. I am no longer Heidi Cole; I am Heidi the Slut.
Kalid tells me that Greg was so despondent over watching me perform at one of
the dinners, he has left Morocco and won't return until my year's sentence is
over. I don't care anymore. I blame Greg for my being here in the first place
but now that I am, I will make the best of it. Kalid has found a side of my
nature that I never knew existed. I saw Greg's look of disbelief the night he
took my place on the whipping frame but, honestly, I didn't feel ashamed. Kalid
has done his work well.
Why does that woman stare at me? I wish she would leave.
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"My esteemed friend, Kalid, you favor me greatly with your hospitality."
"It is nothing, Hajib. You have been my close friend for many years."
"Your dinner the other night was most interesting. I particularly enjoyed the
blonde American girl. How did you entice her into your harem?"
"A small favor from one of my many contacts. Did you find her satisfactory?"
"Ah, yes. But I sense that you treat her too kindly. She would respond much
better with more discipline."
"Ah, Hajib! Don't you know I have her whipped daily? She has reached the point
where she has an orgasm during this extreme punishment. The woman is simply an
animal! Her hunger for sex is insatiable! What more can I do?"
"Give her to me! I will teach her a few things!"
"Hmmmm. Yes. That is an interesting possibility. You know, of course, that
she has agreed to only a year of servitude after which she is to return to the
States with her husband."
"Believe me, Kalid, if you and I are successful, she will never return from
Morocco. What can she gain in the States that would improve on her life here?
That puritanical country! They look upon a licentious woman as amoral. I have
had two Americans in my harem and they have both awakened to their sexuality
like never before. They changed so much that I was able to sell them for ten
times what I paid to obtain them. If you want this woman, lend her to me for a
month. I will return her to you transformed into your most treasured sex-
slave."
"Very well, Hajib. It will be interesting to see what you return to me."
Heidi
I can't believe it! Kalid has loaned me to Hajib for a month! This was not
what I had come to believe would be my sentence of indenture. Domino tells me
that Hajib has a reputation for being an extreme sadist. For the first time in
months, I wish that Greg were here to take me away.
Domino gives me a pair of harem pants to wear. It is the first clothing I've
had on in over three weeks. My hands are drawn behind my back and the manacles
locked together. A slender chain is attached to my collar and allowed to hang
down between my naked breasts. My hair, which has grown quite long now, is
braided into a single ponytail. Dark eye shadow is brushed on my eyelids and
lipstick applied to both my lips and my nipples. Domino steps back and nods her
approval of my appearance.
Batu enters my room and smiles at me. The little dwarf has treated me gently
even when Kalid has given him the order to whip me. The lash has become almost
an additional lover in the hands of Batu. I bow my head toward him as he picks
up the length of chain to lead me from my room.
I am taken to the main room of the palace where Kalid and Hajib await me. Batu
leads me over to where the two men sit. I kneel before the two, my knees wide
apart and my head bowed. I can't hide my nervousness; a thin sheen of
perspiration beads on my oiled flesh.
"Hajib, this is the slave Heidi. Take her in good charge to be returned in one
month."
"The woman I return to you, Kalid, will be different from the pitiful concubine
that kneels before us. Of that, I assure you."
"Gregory!" Hajib claps his hands and shouts out the name. I feel a presence
behind me and a hand rests on my shoulder. "Gregory, take our new guest and
chain her to the back of my carriage."
As I stand and turn, my gaze rests on the biggest man I have ever seen.
Standing at least 7 feet tall, his black eyes seem to look right through me.
Completely void of any hair, his appearance is almost supernatural. His massive
torso blots out the scene behind him as he takes the chain attached to my collar
in his enormous hand. He turns and I have no choice but to follow. My month
with Hajib has begun.
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*
If I had expected to be seated in the carriage or even forced to walk behind it,
I was greatly mistaken. Instead, Gregory took me to the front of the small two-
wheel carriage where, between the two shafts where a leather harness lay on the
ground. Unlocking my manacles, he strapped the harness on me so that it came
over my shoulders, beneath my breasts and fastened in back. Two leather straps
ran from the back of the harness to the front of the carriage.
Two more leather straps were attached to the rings in my nipples and these were
like reins that were placed in the seat of the carriage. As Hajib climbed onto
the carriage, I instinctively reached down and picked up the shaft ends.
"Kalid has been too kind to you! You will learn what a true slave's life is
like!"
I jumped as Hajib's whip flicked my back.
"You won't need these," Gregory announced as he ripped the harem pants from my
waist. "You've got 15 miles to go, bitch! Get your ass in gear!"
The whip hit me again and I surged forward with the carriage in tow. The rough
surface of the so-called road bit at my feet and diverted my mind from the pain
of the whip that caressed my butt from time to time. In fifteen minutes I was
gasping for breath and sweating profusely. We had barely covered a mile and I
was near exhaustion. Hajib would jerk on the reins occasionally, pulling my
tits apart and threatening to rip my nipples off. I was simply trying to
survive as I struggled on.
After an hour that seemed an eternity I could go no further. I fell to my
knees, heaving with sweat pouring from my body. I couldn't focus my eyes and my
ears were ringing. A black pit opened up and I fell into it.
As consciousness gradually returned, I felt my flesh being torn as I was being
dragged along. Opening my eyes, I found that I had been chained to the back of
the carriage by the leash attached to my collar. Gregory had taken my place at
the front of the buggy and was trotting easily. I grabbed the chain and
struggled to my feet, running behind the carriage to keep pace with the huge
giant. It was only then that I saw the reins still attached to my nipples.
Hajib would turn occasionally and jerk on them if he thought I was lagging too
far behind.
At last, Gregory pulled to a stop beside a grove of trees. I could hardly stand
as he came back and unfastened the chain from my collar.
"Lunch break," he announced simply. He turned and walked over beneath the trees
where Hajib had spread a large rug and opened a basket from which he was taking
a piece of chicken. I suddenly realized that I was famished and staggered over
toward him.
'No, whore, you get nothing to eat except Gregory's fat cock!" Stunned, I sank
to my knees at the edge of the rug, staring at the tasty looking morsel in
Hajib's hands. A hand on my shoulder caused me to turn to my side. Standing
next to me was a naked Gregory, sweat pouring down his thighs and a throbbing
cock pointing at my face.
Before I could utter a word of protest, Gregory grabbed my hair and pulled my
head back, forcing my mouth open. He plunged his cock between my lips and I
tasted the salty film that covered it. Holding my head in a vise-like grip, he
moved it back and forth, fucking my face slowly.
Despite myself, I began to respond with arousing feelings between my thighs.
Unconsciously, my tongue began to caress the underside of this huge shaft as it
explored the depths of my throat. I could feel it growing larger and larger
until I thought I would choke but his grip on my head never relaxed.
Lost in desire, my hands crept up to my breasts and I began to stroke and pinch
my nipples while the cock moved in and out of my face. I could smell the musk
of his pubic hairs each time he buried my face into his belly. Soft, guttural
moans escaped from deep in my throat while I worked on this throbbing piece of
meat that was plundering my throat.
"Ummmmmmm," I moaned, tasting the salty flavor of Gregory's cock. I was in a
state of frenzy now, my juices flowing down my thighs as I worked hard to bring
him to climax. I reached up and began to caress his balls, squeezing them
gently and pulling on his scrotum. I was rewarded by a loud grunt from him and
I felt the meaty shaft begin to pulsate. Suddenly an explosion of cum filled my
mouth while I swallowed as fast as I could. Jet after jet burst forth from this
pulsating cock, filling my mouth and running down the sides of my lips. Gregory
pulled his meat from my mouth and sprays of cum drenched my eyes, nose and
cheeks; dripping down my chin to rest on the tops of my breasts. I was gasping
for breath and found that my hand was plunging in and out of my pussy. As I
fell over backward, my legs spread wide apart, an orgasm exploded inside me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!" I cried, the climax seemingly lifting the top of my head from
my skull.
As I came down from my high, I opened my eyes to see Hajib staring down at me
with a sneer on his lips.
"Look at the whore play with herself! Kalid has allowed her to exist without
discipline! Turn her over, Gregory, I'm going to fuck her in the ass."
I had been sodomized by some of Kalid's guests at his dinner parties but I had
never experienced anything like the pain inflicted on me by Hajib. At Kalid's I
was carefully prepared with oils and salves for entry and his guests usually
took me as gently as they could. Hajib did nothing more than spit on his ugly
cock with the most enormous knob for a tip before jamming it between my two
globes. Each thrust elicited a wretched scream from my throat while I felt my
insides being ripped apart. When finally I felt the warm ejaculation of his
sperm in my intestines I fell forward, sobbing violently. A mixture of cum and
my blood ran down my thighs.
"She fights it too much. She must be trained to take it easier."
"Gregory, put her back in the traces! She can reflect on her deficiencies while
she serves as our mare!"
I was brought to my feet and the harness strapped around me once again. Heavy
in heart, I struggled forward toward an unknown fate. My life as an adoring
wife seemed like a long-ago dream.
