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Lisa’s eyes had been heavily made-up with dark blue eye shadow. Her eyebrows had been thinned and extended in a long black curve; her eyelashes heavily mascara. Her lips were exaggerated and glossed with a reddish-brown color. She was barefoot. I hadn’t seen her without heels for such a long time; it came as a shock to realize how tiny she really was.

The younger of the two Arab women stepped down from the platform and crossed to us. She bowed before the brothers. “She is ready, master,” she said. I noticed the Emir had awakened and, as his sons turned to him, he nodded.

Allard and Haji strode to the platform. They towered above Lisa. When the men reached the platform, both Lisa and the old woman quickly got to their knees and pressed their foreheads against the floor. The two men stood looking down at them. Allard said something and the old woman rose and, stepping back while bowing, she rang her little bell again. Lisa knelt at the feet of the men and did not move.

From behind a screen at one side of the room, four boys carried a black couch. Along its sides were four handles and there seemed to be levers of some sort for adjusting its height. They placed it in the center of the platform, then went back for a three-sided mirror, which was as tall as the brothers. This, they placed several feet behind the head of the couch, which slanted back and down somewhat. When the couch and mirror were secured, the boys returned to the far side of the room. The old woman picked up her whip and lightly tapped Lisa on the shoulder.

Lisa, like the woman, rose bowing and took a step back. She kept her eyes lowered. The woman stood behind her and lifted the gown from Lisa’s shoulders and arms. Lisa stood naked before the men. Her nipples had been heavily rouged the same burnt umber color as her lips. The whip marks were clearly visible now. The old woman fastened two short lengths of fine gold chain to Lisa’s nipple rings. At the end of each chain was a small clip. When this was done, Lisa lay back on the couch, her head slanted back. Her tiny body was reflected from the three mirrors at the furthest edge of the platform. Slowly, she lifted her legs keeping them bent at the knees. As she did, we could see that her tight anal opening had also been circled with the same rouge that glossed her lips and nipples.

Lisa pulled her legs back until her knees were only a few inches from her breasts. She kept her knees bent. The old woman then attached the gold chains to the rings in the bands that were tightened around Lisa’s thighs. Since the other ends of the chains were clipped to the nipple rings, Lisa was forced to keep her legs pulled back and her anal opening fully exposed. The rouged circle glistened.

Allard walked around the couch and stood facing us. The old woman worked a lever until Lisa’s mouth was almost even with his crotch. She then adjusted the slanting portion so that Lisa’s head hung back at a sharper angle. Finally she raised that section of the couch a few more inches. Now, Lisa’s mouth was exactly level with the older brother’s prick. Coming around to the bottom of the couch, the old woman raised it until Lisa’s anus was even with Haji’s crotch. Lisa’s arms and hands lay flat at her sides.

The younger Arab woman next to me whispered, “They leave her hands unfettered to see if she will obey without restraints. She is not to move her arms or hands no matter what is done to her. Self-discipline is important if one truly desires to serve.”

The men did not undress. They simply parted their robes and looked down at Lisa until their massive cocks began to stiffen. Lisa opened her mouth to form a perfect oval. Allard eased his prick into it. Slowly, he began to fuck her mouth. Watching him, Haji’s cock quickly became hard. He pressed his thick uncircumcised prick against Lisa’s anal opening. She flinched and the thin chains tightened, pulling at the nipple rings. She quickly drew back her legs. Haji pushed his prick into her. She seemed terribly thin and tiny lying there between the two huge Arabs.

Both men slowly, rhythmically, fucked her. One fucked her mouth and the other fucked her ass. The glistening circle of her lips was an image of the glistening circle that defined her anus. We watched in the mirrors as Allard slid his cock deeper into her throat, her saliva coating its length, her lips a red circle holding him. Haji drove his huge cock into her hole until his hairy balls slapped against her tiny whip-marked ass cheeks. Her pretty feet dangled and bounced as he increased his rhythm, but she was careful to keep her knees pulled back. The brothers seemed almost impassive as their thick dark pricks slid in and out of her mouth and ass. It was as if she were nothing more than a pleasurable receptacle. But it was clear that this impersonal and ritualistic trial had excited her. We could see the quim juice ooze along the crack of her pussy. Her clitoris looked like a swollen bright red berry.

The monstrous brothers pushed their engorged pricks into her and pulled back and pushed in again and again. From time to time the gold chains which connected her nipples to the thigh straps drew tight. The painful jerking of the nipple rings made her cry out and quickly draw her knees back. It seemed impossible that she could accommodate the massive cocks of these two men. Occasionally, she would clench her hands, but she never lifted them from the couch.

Allard came first. He stiffened and threw back his head as he drove his cock into her mouth. She almost choked. I watched her neck as she swallowed and kept swallowing the hot spurts of cum he was pumping into her. Haji came immediately after his brother. He grunted and rammed his prick into her and came until his jism seeped out around the red circle of her anus.

Both men quickly withdrew. The old woman rang her bell, and the tent descended once more. After a few moments, the brothers came out through the side tent flap. As they returned to stand beside their father, the other Arabs applauded politely.

I had moved off to the side. The younger of the Arab women accompanied me. “You are the husband?” she asked softly.

“Yes, until a little while ago. But I can’t stop thinking of her as my wife.”

“My name is Tannan,” she said. “I believe they will buy her. I hope she will agree and sign the papers.”

“Will you be her friend?” I asked.

Under the black veil that covered the lower half of her face, I could see her full lips were painted bright red. She frowned. “No, I will not be her friend. In our country white slaves have no friends. They are beneath respect, the lowest of the low.” She paused as if deciding whether or not to go on. She glanced over at the Emir and his sons. They were talking among themselves. “Of course,” Tannan continued, “her body will be well taken care of: exercised, massaged with expensive perfumed oils. She will be kept beautiful and healthy for the pleasure of the masters, but she will have no friends. No one will even speak to her except to humiliate her and give her commands.”

“Why do you hope she accepts?” I asked.

“Because the masters may sometimes wish to reward me by giving her to me. Then, I will be allowed to whip her. I want very much to whip the white American.” She looked up at me and her eyes were bright with excitement. “There are things the Emir will enjoy watching your wife do for me, degrading things, painful things. Things you cannot even imagine.”

Before I could respond, the tent lifted once more. Lisa was on her knees facing the Emir and his sons. Her forehead touched the platform floor. Behind her stood the old woman. Lisa was dressed as she had been when she arrived: black pinstripe skirt and jacket, black heels, fresh conventional make-up. The only addition was the velvet collar.

I looked across at Frank. He was grinning. Apparently Lisa had passed the tests and the deal had been struck. Allard spoke, not to Lisa but to the assembled guests, “We have decided that after a training period the American woman may satisfy our requirements. Therefore, we have agreed to purchase her.” He paused. Some of the men exchanged words, and others shook their heads in approval. When the room became quiet, Allard continued, “As you know, the woman must now either refuse our offer and go from here to take up her life as it was, or she must agree to the terms of the contract and choose to become our possession. She has been fully informed in all matters pertaining to her period of servitude. Let it be known that if she elects to serve us, her choice is freely made.” He nodded at the old woman, who rang her little bell.

Lisa, still on her knees, lifted her head but did not look up at the men. It was several moments before she spoke. “It is my wish,” she said, “to belong to the Emir and his sons.” The old woman came forward quickly with a single sheet of parchment and a gold pen. These she set down in front of Lisa and backed away. Once more, she rang the bell. Lisa raised up slightly, keeping her head bowed. She had apparently memorized the words in the contract. She spoke without looking at the parchment.

“I, Lisa Lindal, agree to become for the period of one year the obedient slave of the Emir of Aggistan and his two sons, Allard and Haji. I freely give my body to them to do with as they wish. I understand that I will be given to others for their pleasure. I understand that I will serve both men and women in whatever ways they desire. I understand that for reasons of discipline and also for the amusement of my masters and their friends, I will be whipped.” She paused. She was breathing heavily. I noticed a tear on her cheek. She swallowed hard and continued. “I agree to spend three months before my period of servitude in a training facility located somewhere in the country of Kuwait. There, through humiliation and severe discipline, I will learn to become a completely submissive slave. I will learn how to use my body and its three orifices to better satisfy my masters and those others they wish me to please. I agree that after my training I will have only one purpose. That purpose will be to give pleasure to my masters. I will have only one place. That place will be on my knees before my masters, bowed down in reverence at their feet.”

It was next to impossible for me to believe this was my Lisa, the happy, innocent, loving wife who, less than two months ago, could not speak the word ‘cock’…Lisa who blushed when she saw me looking at her naked body…Lisa who adored her son…Lisa who cried at birthday celebrations and on Christmas Eve like a little kid.

I watched as my dear Lisa took the pen in her hand and quickly signed the bottom of the document. The old woman picked up the tablet. Lisa stood, her head still bowed. The old woman stepped down from the platform. Lisa followed her, finally taking her place about ten feet behind the Emir’s wheelchair. The old woman gave the contract to Allard. Then, she attached black cuffs to Lisa’s wrists. Lisa put her hands behind her back and the woman clipped the cuffs together. Tannan took her place behind the wheelchair. The old woman attached a ten foot length of gold chain to Lisa’s collar. Holding the other end, the woman went back to stand beside Tannan.

The platform had been rolled off to the side. The Emir nodded his head and the procession began to cross the room toward the entrance: the Emir flanked by his sons, behind them the two Arab women and, finally, Lisa, her head bowed, her wrists shackled, and the long gold leash swaying slightly as the Arabs led her toward the big double doors, which were now open. The room was silent except for the measured click of Lisa’s heels on the polished hardwood floor.

Other Charles Arnold Novels From Pink Flamingo Publications

Lisa, Her Initiation

Lisa, Her Education

The Penitent

The Penitent II: The Facility

The Penitent III: Marriage

The Penitent IV: Inner Circle

The Sweet Wife

The Sweet Wife, Book II: Maureen’s Choice

Dick and Jane

The Warden’s Woman

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