Chapter Eight
Greg
"Kalid, I've come to take my wife home. You must release her now!"
Despite my misgivings I have returned to Morocco aching to hold Heidi in my arms
once again. It had been over six months since I left her in the hands of Sheik
Kalid el Fassel. While I realize that the sentence has not yet been served, I
am ready to pay Kalid the necessary ransom to get Heidi back.
"Even if I wanted to, Mr. Cole, I couldn't. Your wife is not here."
"Not here? What in Hell have you done with her?"
"She is visiting a friend. She will be returned in a month. Then she will
serve out the balance of her servitude."
"Kalid, I will pay you whatever you wish if you will just get her back here and
give her back to me. I am sorry that we ever consented to the court's decree.
Heidi has suffered enough. I want her released."
"Your desires are of no consequence, Mr. Cole. The court has rendered its
verdict. Your wife is mine for five more months. Now, if you wish, I will
allow you to remain in my palace during that time. You will also serve as my
slave during that time but you will be able to visit with Heidi from time to
time as I allow. Otherwise, I must ask you to leave Morocco until the end of
your wife's term as my slave."
Crestfallen, I see no recourse but to remain at the palace. Another five months
without seeing Heidi was unthinkable. I nod my head.
"I will stay," I reply, softly.
"You understand that I will treat you most severely, as a slave deserves. You
will be whipped, tortured, and worked until you are barely able to stand. Are
you agreeing to this?"
My yearning for Heidi surpassed my fear of what Kalid could do to me. "Yes," I
whisper.
Kalid pulled a cloth streamer near his throne and his huge black servant
suddenly appeared.
"Casio, Mr. Cole has agreed to serve us for the next five months. See that he
is properly outfitted. I want him in chains and placed in solitary confinement
when he is not employed in the stables or the fields."
Kalid waves his hand in dismissal and Casio leads me out of the room.
Heidi
I am standing between two columns in the dungeon of Hajib's palace, my wrists
chained to the upper reaches of the shafts. Hajib is seated a few feet in front
of me and Gregory stands behind me. A blazing fire burns in a pit nearby. The
room seems unbearably warm and perspiration drips from my naked flesh.
"It is my opinion that obedient slaves are the result of severe punishment. I
also feel that Kalid has been far too easy on you and you have developed bad
habits. Therefore I intend to use the next few weeks to train you so that when
you go back to Kalid you will truly be a servile submissive. I also enjoy
torturing young women such as you. It is always interesting to see how much
pain you can endure."
I squirm uneasily. The butt plug up my ass feels like a baseball bat. Hajib
has decided my opening needs stretching. He has also assumed complete control
of all of my bodily functions, choosing when and how often I should use a
toilet. Whenever I am allowed to go, either Hajib or Gregory are there to watch
me; another step in my complete humiliation.
"We will start this morning with a few strokes of the whip. I would suggest
five to begin with, to put you in the proper mood. You will ask for each stroke
and thank Gregory after he delivers it. Any failure to do so will require him
to start over again."
Hajib nods at Gregory and I tense my body, waiting for the pain. Through
clinched teeth, I mutter, "Please, Gregory, lay on the first stroke."
The whip buries itself in my lower back, just above the cleft of my buttocks. I
suck in my breath and surge forward, the pain radiating quickly across my back
to my brain. My vision blurs and I see dancing red spots while I shake my head
in dismay. After several moments, during which I try to regain control of my
senses, I whisper, "Thank you, Gregory."
Amazingly, my nipples have grown hard as rocks and my breasts have swollen in
size. I swallow hard and, with my eyes clinched closed, mutter "Please,
Gregory, may I have the second stroke?"
The whip strikes me across the shoulders, throwing me forward, and I gasp as the
horrendous agony envelops me. Gregory's strength is a multiple of five over
Batu's and I experience pain like I have never before. I try to mouth the
required words but only mumbo-jumbo comes from my lips. My throat is dry and
the words come out like a scratched phonograph record: "Thank you, Gregory."
It takes me several minutes to recover sufficiently to invoke the next step of
my torment. I try to stop my body from shaking but it is impossible. Hajib is
watching me with a leer on his face, smoke from his cigarette curling up before
him like a cobra about to strike. I vow not to give him the satisfaction of
hearing me scream for mercy. I gather myself and stand firmly, my head thrown
back in defiance.
"Alright, Gregory, I'm ready for the third stroke."
The whip curls around my back and one of the blades flicks against my right
breast. If I thought the first two strokes were severe, they were mild pats
compared to the third. Despite my resolve, a loud grunt escapes my lips and my
legs collapse beneath me. I am now bathed in sweat and my hair, which was flung
forward over my shoulder, is a matted mess of twisted strands. Strangely, my
nipples are even harder and larger and I sense a wetness between my legs that
defies my agony. It is several minutes before I can whisper, "Thank you,
Gregory."
It is all I can do to mouth the words that will bring me more anguish. I
remember that the penalty for not doing so is to increase the duration of my
misery. As Hajib begins to raise his hand as a signal that I have failed, my
eyes widen and I practically scream the words that will send me into a paroxysm
of agony once again.
"Gregory, the fourth stroke, please!"
Again the whip strikes across my kidneys and my bladder reacts by sending a
stream of urine down my thighs. As before, my legs collapse and a long, low
"aaarrrrhhhhhhgggggg!" comes from deep in my throat.
"Oh, god," I moan, the pain sweeping over me like a tidal wave. I wish for
death but that would be too easy. I shake my head from side to side in mute
testimony to my anguish. Every fiber of my body is afire and I can't stop
shaking. My tits are swinging back and forth obscenely as I vainly attempt to
dispel my suffering. In a voice I don't recognize I hear "Thank you, Gregory."
I struggle to regain my presence but my body does not respond. My lips are
moving but no sounds are coming forth. Desperate, I scream as loud as I can but
only a faint croak comes from my lungs. I am defeated. My head lolls on my
shoulders and I sob as I hear Hajib pronounce: "Start over, Gregory."
Greg
I am standing before Kalid in his throne room. Chains bind my wrists and ankles
and a leather collar circles my neck, from which a chain hangs down to connect
to the one restraining my hands. Other than these adornments, I am completely
naked. Filth covers my body; a mixture of sweat and dust. I have labored in
Kalid's fields all day, pulling a plow like a draft animal. When I moved too
slowly for Casio's pleasure, his whip spurred me on.
My head has been shaved, as has my pubic hair although my eyebrows have been
spared. All self-esteem has been completely destroyed since I agreed to stay at
Kalid's palace. I am used from daybreak to sunset in the most menial tasks
imaginable. I have yet to see Heidi; she has not returned from Hajib's palace.
The slave woman, Domino, stands behind me. Naked as I, her body glows from a
coating of oil. A small, silver chain hangs between her breasts; attached to
the two rings piercing her nipples. She is an erotic animal, standing
submissively before her master.
Casio is present as well. The huge black takes great delight in my discomfort.
His hand on my shoulder forces me to my knees before Kalid's throne.
"I think it is time you returned to the States," Kalid announces. "Your
presence here when your wife is returned will be a distraction to my plans for
her."
'You cannot send me away, Kalid", I plead. 'You promised that I could remain
here as your slave."
"You are not really a slave. You are merely a field hand. And not a very good
one at that."
"What must I do to remain? I will do anything! "
"Slave are treated like slaves!" he roars. "The mere fact that you are naked
and in chains doesn't make you a slave. Until you strip yourself of all self
regard, you are no more than a pitiful servant."
"I will be your slave, Kalid," I murmur quietly, bowing my head in submission.
"A slave serves only his master!" Kalid thunders. "His Master is his entire
universe! To be my slave means you forfeit your rights to your wife! Is that
what you desire?"
"For the remaining period of her sentence? Yes, I will forfeit my rights to
her. I only wish to be near her, to see her, to know that she is all right. If
that is possible and still remain here as your slave, I wish it with all my
heart."
"And what if at the end of her sentence, she doesn't wish to leave? What then?"
"That will not happen, Kalid. Heidi will go home with me in five months."
Heidi
I am lying on my back, surrounded by a dozen of Hajib's guests. My breath is
coming in gasps and my chest rises and falls with each labored wheeze. The
twelve men sit in a circle around me with their legs crossed. Hajib sits near
my head, a cattle prod in his hand to assure my performance.
I have fellated all twelve men, crawling from one to the next on my belly while
hands grope me and pinch my flesh. Semen covers my upper body and in my hair.
My hands grope between my thighs to milk the last of several orgasms that I have
experienced in the last hour. Hajib has succeeded in his mission: I am now
little more than an animal, seeking satisfaction of my lust.
From someplace far away I hear the tinkle of a bell and open my eyes to find
Gregory standing just outside the circle of men. In his hand is a leash. At
the other end of the leash is a Doberman, his tongue licking his lips as his
eyes stare at me. His purpose here is clear.
"No! NO!" I cry, even as I am lifted and turned over. Strong hands lift me to
my hands and knees. I start to stand but Hajib hits me with the prod and I fall
back to the floor, screaming. I feel a hand rub my soaking pussy. My stomach
is in knots at the thought of a dog mounting me. I continue to beg them to
stop.
"Please! Not this! Oh, God! Not this!"
My pleas fall on deaf ears as I feel the dog's front legs circle my waist. I
can feel his hot, fetid breath on the back of my neck as he pants in lustful
anticipation. Then his cock is in me as I cry out in frustration.
He is thrusting in and out while my body shamefully reacts to his stimulation.
I am panting with need as I feel his cock growing large inside me. Quickly he
cums and I feel his hot gism shoot inside me just as my own orgasm explodes.
His knob expands, preventing him from withdrawing, while the two of us collapse
to the floor. While I lay sobbing, he begins to lick the back of my neck is
what may be canine post-coital afterglow.
Greg
Heidi has been back for over a month but I have only had a glimpse of her once
or twice. She was sent back to Kalid by Hajib hung on a cross; her legs spread
wide and lashed to a cross bar. A huge dildo protruded from her pussy as she
was carried into the Sheik's palace. The dildo was sliding in and out as
Heidi's stomach muscles rippled. Her eyes were glazed and drool ran down her
chin while soft grunts erupted from her throat. When she was released from the
cross and Domino attempted to remove the dildo Heidi cried out in protest.
Kalid continues to drive me 18 hours a day in the fields and stables. At
night, I collapse in my cell as Casio fastens the heavy chains to my wrists and
ankles. On several occasions, I have been rousted from a deep sleep, strung up
by my wrists and whipped until I collapse against the whipping post. My
contract with the Devil has left me stripped not only of my clothes but my self-
esteem as well. I grovel at his feet when he commands me and plead for mercy
when I am tortured. My hope of rescuing Heidi has long since been abandoned: I
hunger only for my own release from this nightmare.
Tonight, at Kalid's private quarters, I am chained to two columns, my arms
spread wide apart as are my legs. Kalid sits on the floor in front of me,
surrounded by soft pillows. A plate of food is on a small table by his side and
he partakes of it as he studies me.
'You have pleaded for a visit with your wife," he remarks. "Tonight, I will
grant your wish. However, you will pay for that privilege."
Domino appears by my side and places a ball gag in my mouth, which is tied
tightly behind my neck. The gorgeous black is naked from the waist up with only
a pair of sheer harem pants preventing her from total nudity. She picks up a
slender whip consisting of a single thong.
A slight disturbance behind my back causes me to turn and I see Heidi being
brought into the room by Batu. When she sees me, there is little sign of
recognition as she prostrates herself before Kalid. Heidi is naked except for a
slender golden chain belt that hangs low on her hips. The rings in her nipples
have also been replaced with ones of gold.
The sight of her arouses me and I begin to achieve an erection while Kalid
caresses her as she lies across his lap. Heidi turns and looks up at me
indifferently as if I was simply a stranger. Then she smiles and begins to
masturbate while Kalid kneads her breasts.
My arousal is interrupted as Domino wields the whip and slashes it across my
back. I lurch forward within the tight restraints of my wrists and ankles and a
grunt escapes my lips. Again the whip strikes and I cry out in anguish while
Heidi continues to smile and finger herself. My erection is full-blown now and
I shudder in a mixture of anguish and desire. The gag muffles my cries and I
shake my head in torment while I watch my wife shiver in the throes of an
orgasm. Her head tilts back and she kisses Kalid while he pinches her nipples
until they are hard as rocks.
Domino continues to whip me until my back is a mass of fire, a wave that ascends
to my brain and brings a red haze to my sight. Dimly I see Heidi roll over and
take Kalid's cock into her mouth while her head moves up and down slowly. The
eroticism of the scene overcomes me and my cock explodes in a flood of cum just
as Domino brings the whip down on my erect member. The ultimate agony sends me
into a stupor. When I regain my senses, I have been released from the two
columns and Casio is carrying me back to my cell. Heidi is nowhere to be seen.
