Free Their Lives as Harem Slaves by Peter King Page A

flaring out nearly three inches at their widest part, making sure that that even their well-used bum holes would be sorely tested. Samihah carried them over to the girls, standing between them again and aiming the fierce intruders at their unsuspecting anal openings. Then she pronounced, “Now you will take some time to contemplate your place here,” and she droved the plugs past their clutching sphincters, making them squeal from the abrupt penetration. Once they were securely fitted inside their stretched rectums, she finally said, “Keep them there no matter what! If you expel these plugs your punishment will be extended!” Samihah then marched from the room, slamming the door behind her to let the girls know they were alone again.
    By the time she returned to the Sheik’s side, with Nashita also standing with him, the girls were already feeling the effects of the gel burning into their anal tissues. She glanced through the window and could see them trembling from the heated onslaught beginning to gnaw at their insides. Samihah also noted that the Sheik was grinning now and it made her proud, thinking that she had pleased him.
    A mini-orgasm rippled through Samihah’s hot sex when he said, “Very well done my child.” Samihah felt another rush of sinful pride that she had to suppress, knowing that as her Master’s slave that was the worst sin she could commit. Then he said, “You know Nashita is the Mistress of my harem and has done an exceptional job for me, but her duties are becoming too much for a single lowly female to maintain. After watching you Samihah I believe you might be able to provide her with some help. Starting today you will become her apprentice Mistress, learning what her duties are and aiding her any way you can.”
    “Yes Master, thank you Master!” Samihah responded, flush with pleasure from hearing how highly her new Master regarded her.
    Then he turned to his other slave and said, “Nashita, you will teach Samihah all you know and she will eventually become your equal, is that clear?”
    “Yes Master, thank you Master,” Nashita also replied, but her tone was less enthusiastic, though clearly deferential.
    Sensing her ambivalence, he asked, “Do you doubt my judgment slave?”
    “No Master!” she replied, the fear now evident in her voice.
    “That is better, even a Mistress of slaves must know her place in my harem. Now fetch two handlers to move the girls to a training room and then return to me. I will be with Samihah in my quarters.”
    “Yes my Lord,” replied Nashita, her tone far more demure this time. Once she departed the Sheik led Samihah back to his apartments.
    This time they entered a different room than his bedroom, one that held various pieces of equipment for binding slaves. And there was a living addition to one low and narrow bench; it held a young Arabian girl. Her body was generously roped to it with her lying on her back and her arms bound together beneath it. Her olive skin was in sharp contrast to the bright white ropes that held her fast. Her legs were bent at the knees and her feet bound to each other, sole to sole, with sturdy bindings around her knees keeping them pulled wide apart. Her face was covered in dark veil and Samihah could only see her eyes, which were clearly filled with fear.
    The Sheik led her over to the bound maiden and said, “I just bought this lovely girl from her father. She is already twenty years old and still a virgin. You will shave her sex and then help her relax so that I may correct that issue.”
    “Yes Master, “ Samihah replied, now staring at the dark hair that currently obscured her sex lips. Then she said, “Would Master like this slave to make her climax first?” not sure how ‘relaxed’ he wanted her.
    “Yes you may slave, I want her sex slick and ready for me.”
    Then the Sheik showed Samihah where to find the shaving equipment before he took a seat to watch her work. Samihah gathered what she needed and then