Warning:
I do not advocate this behavior, its just for fantasy and is not safe or sane. Also, this story contains anti-Semitism and doesn’t portray Arabs in the best light either. If you are politically sensitive, this will offend you, so don’t read it if you are easily ticked off by that type of thing!
Hasan sat bored at an expensive café in
He made another distracted glance outside the window and that was when he saw her. She could have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His body was stunned in its place for a moment as she walked within inches of him outside the window. She looked hardly over 18 and her form was utter perfection with large firm breasts to contrast a very petite frame. Her legs were long and shapely and her hair was a thick and glossy chestnut brown. But, what stood out most was her face. She had large green eyes and luscious lips that stood out amongst her other baby faced but chiseled features.
She was perfection. Hasan had to have her. He left 100
pounds at the table and rushed out behind the girl to speak to her. But he
stopped. His eyes grew stern. She was speaking Hebrew and he realized with
certainty that she was not European at all, but instead was an Israeli. This
made things difficult. This made things impossible. Impossible
for both of them. Hasan lived in
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One week later Aurelia walked back to her dormitory alone near dusk. She felt a sting on her neck and became slowly disoriented. By the time a car pulled up to her and pulled her inside, she was too drowsy to scream or physically resist. She fell asleep almost instantly inside the car.
When she woke up, she had no idea how long she had been asleep for. She was inside a dark box of some sort that seemed to be moving somewhere. She was groggy, but as soon as she realized that she was bound and gagged, she began to panic and tried to move around. Still, whoever was moving the box did not stop, so she assumed that she had been kidnapped and that these people moving the box were her kidnappers. She remained wide awake and afraid anticipating all sorts of fates, and finally she heard a latch open and saw light filling the box as it was opened.
Hasan thought she looked more beautiful than ever now that she looked disheveled and extremely frightened. He lifted her out of the box without saying anything and put her in the back of his limo. Aurelia could move and was still clothed, but she could hardly do more than flop around on the floor as he entered the limo and signaled for the chauffer to take them away. He took her gag out of her perfect mouth as the car began moving as Hasan immediately held a water bottle to her lips and said nothing other than “drink”. Aurelia was extremely thirsty, so she obeyed without protest.
Of course, as soon as he withdrew the bottle from her lovely mouth, she began questioning him. Her thoughts were scattered and her voice erratic and became even more frenzied as Hasan simply looked disdainfully at her and did not respond to her query.
“Where am I? Why have you done this to me? Why me?”
Hasan laughed under his breathe.
“ My father is very important. Let me go now or else! Please, he can pay you!”
Finally Hasan slapped the girl and held her face up to the tinted window and spoke.
“Guess where you are”
Aurelia viewed the scene. There were men wearing white Arab headdresses and every once in a while there was a woman-covered head to toe and face over with black cloth. Her eyes widened as she knew she was somewhere in the Arab world.
“Guess” Hasan ordered her again
She hesitated and stuttered with the response
“I..I..I don’t know”
Hasan slapped her across the face again and her eyes began to well with tears.
“pl..pl…please where?”
He chuckled answered her honestly, for the answer could only inspire fear for a girl in her position.
“Stupid Jewish bitch! This is
Thoughts raced through Aurelia’s mind. Was she being kidnapped by terrorists? Being held for ransom? Please let it be ransom, she thought and not a video beheading. She began to speak again
“Please Mr. I know I’m Israeli, but Id never hurt anyone. Please, I’m innocent. J..ju..just let me go”
Aurelia felt the uselessness of her plea. Terrorists were ruthless. Everyone knew that. So, she almost felt hope at Hasan’s dismissive response to her.
“Oh. You think you are here for terrorist purposes? No. No, I am not a terrorist”
But what she heard next was nothing but a shock to her
“You are here to serve me as my sexual slave”
The idea was absurd to Aurelia. How? She was in
“But, I don’t want this! I am a student in
Hasan smiled again and began undoing her bonds. She felt relief again. Perhaps she could convince him of some sense. And then he spoke coldly
“You are here because I brought you here, Aurelia. You have no place as a student. Your purpose is to serve me however I wish. You will address me as ‘Master’ and you will show me only deference and obedience”
Aurelia felt crestfallen as soon as she saw that he knew her name and had picked her out of any amount of others deliberately. She also became extremely angry at his command. She would suffer anything before submitting to some misogynist Arab psychopath who had kidnapped her for no fault of her own. She dashed for the door of the limo, which she could not open and then began to bang her fists on the windows and scream for the chauffeur, but no one answered. Hasan laughed at her and grabbed her forcefully by the hair and brought her face to the ground by his feet and spoke to her again.
“Well, aren’t you a willful little jewcunt? To be expected. Unlike in the kingdom, whores in your barbaric land are never properly trained to defer to their natural masters. But, it will be simple enough to teach you your innate role. Now you will kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness for behaving so disobediently and then strip your delicious whore body”
She resented his treatment of her on every level and reacted without thinking
“I am NOT a whore! I am a virgin!”
Of course nothing could have pleased Hasan more than that admission. He could not remember the last time he had been so pleased with his life. He tossed her backwards and removed his belt and began to beat Aurelia savagely. He grabbed her by her hair and put her head under his foot as he beat her exposed behind and then kicked her in the stomach to turn her over as he beat her plentiful breasts. Aurelia quickly began to beg him to stop
“OW! please, oh please stop”
and he spoke calmly and coldly to her
“please who, bitch?”
At first she didn’t speak, but after only a few more strikes of Hasan’s belt, Aurelia succumbed to what she had to say
“Oooh! Pl…please master. Please stop, master”
Yet, he did not stop and the pain was becoming unbearable. Instead he ordered her to humiliate herself further
“Tell me that you are sorry for being an badly behaved jewcunt and that now you understand that your only purpose is to serve me”
She could not say that! But, she also could not stomach the joy from the beating she relized she was giving this man she knew only as “Master”. So she again subjected herself to his sadism.
“I..ow…I.. am sorry Master for being a badly behaved jew…”
It was too difficult to say such a word for her.
“ ouch! Bad j..jewcunt…and I understand that my only purpose is to serve you, Master”
She kissed his feet with a face flushed and eyes filled with tears.
Then he stopped with a smile on his face. How she loathed him! He struck her again with the belt and commanded her
“You will learn to react to your orders expediently. Have you forgotten? Strip bitch. Now.”
She hesitated for only a second before he brought his belt down again on her swollen breasts and she began to strip herself. Her fingers were clumsy and clenched in fear but she managed to strip herself before earning too many more blows from his vicious belt. She tried not to think about how vulnerable she was now that she was fully nude and exposed to this “Master’s” belt, but she was shivering in fear. Hasan’s further harsh treatment of her did not help. He spoke to her roughly and pinched her breasts using no delicacy.
“My aren’t you a little treat. Now the polite thing to do is expose your big tits to me by kneeling at my feet and placing your arms behind your back while grabbing your elbows.”
She was very tired and too afraid to resist him now that she was completely naked and did not even have clothes to protect her from his belt, so she complied. She began to feel disgusted with herself as she realized that being forced to humiliate herself and participate it her own degradation was seemingly worse than being physically forced. She knelt before him as he had commanded, but could not look him in the eye. She felt too shamed.
He bent down to slap her inner thigh and she flinched as he spoke
“Spread those slut legs. You are a sex slave, so your duty is to keep your fuck holes as exposed to me as much as possible. Spread your legs wide and thrust that cunt towards me”
Aurelia obeyed him and cried harder in anger towards him and towards herself. He had barely beaten her, hadn’t he? It was only for a few minutes! Had she not the courage to protest longer? How could she succumb to this humiliation so easily? But then the simple thought of that belt on her now naked flesh was enough to prevent her from rebelling although much of her wanted to.
Hasan pinched her welted nipple again and then stuck two fingers in Aurelia’s cunt. She was not a bit wet and Hasan was pleased about that. He did not want a willing masochist with this girl. He wanted to feel total ownership of her and that meant he wanted to control ever part of breaking her down. He wanted no preconceived generic desires of domination in this slave. All her desires to serve would be desires unto him. She was perfect.
And she looked perfect kneeling before him with her legs spread wide and her shaved cunt angled towards him. Tears were streaming down her face and her nipples were hard from shivering in fear. But what appealed to Hasan most was the nervous quivering in her full pouty lips. Nothing could me more perfect for sucking his dick, he thought. He spoke sternly to her again and felt her clitoris
“So, you are a slut, I see. Even Israeli virgins are natural born whores of course. Who do you shave for, bitchslut?”
Aurelia shuddered at the names he called her. She shaved for no one. She just wanted to make sure she looked attractive in the little bikinis she wore to the beach. She knew she had to answer her ‘Master’ quickly though.
“No one, Master. I…I shave to go to the beach”
This ‘Master’ made Aurelia more nervous than she had ever imagined being and she felt very afraid to speak to him at all. She had to force every word out by trying to imagine that everything was ok. ‘Master’ spoke again
“Of course. Whores would only look for reasons to shave their cunts properly. You are fortunate that I will end your search by making you understand your reason to exist”
How dare he! Aurelia almost felt enough outrage at his words to speak against him, but she could not. She barely had the gumption to speak to him obediently and she began to loathe herself for what she deemed was a terrible weakness.
At this point, Hasan was quite hard and unzipped his trousers and took out his long and thick member. Aurelia showed panic in her eyes and her fate began to sink in. She had some vague idea that her ‘Master’ was well endowed as she had seen a few penises while fooling around with boys but that was amongst the last issues on her mind. Hasan grabbed her hair and twisted it into his fist, which was painful for Aurelia. He gave her a concise order
“Suck it well”
Aurelia had never given a blowjob and she hated the idea of servicing this monster’s dick, but he pulled her face and lips up to his member. Her mouth was clenched shut. She simply could not bear it until he brought down his belt a single time on her already sore ass. She opened her mouth and he shoved his dick in. He fucked her face hard and brutally pushed his dick into the back of his throat. She choked several times and heard him groan in pleasure every time she did so. He held his dick in the back of her throat so long that she was sure that she would suffocate. Then he pulled himself out and gave Aurelia another harsh order
“Your cocksucker will have to be trained” he said as he tapped her lips. “But now, turn around and put your face the floor and that perfect ass in the air”
Aurelia was deeply afraid of what he had in mind. She thought her virginity was special and could not bear the thought of this monster brutally taking it from her. She found her courage again and spoke to him
“Please, no. Ill do anything.
Hasan became even harder as she pleaded with him. He wanted nothing more than an excuse to torture his beauty’s fine breasts. He grabbed her thin wrists above her head with one hand and struck her breast with the other with his belt. He aimed for the nipples and did not stop till he hit them. He spoke to her between strikes
“You will do anything for my pleasure. And you will give me anything I tell you to. And now I am telling you to turn around and present yourself to me”
Aurelia nearly hated herself for it, but she simply could not bear the pain on her naked body in such a sensitive area. Being tit whipped was hardly better than being raped, so she turned around and put her head the floor and her ass in the air and sobbed heavily while doing it. She thought he would be satisfied enough to stop beating her but he struck her again on the back of her thigh and reminded her of what he required of her before
“Legs spread, bitch. Expose that filthy cunt for me”
She quickly obliged him and felt nothing but anguish as she imagined how shameful she must look to him. She could not believe this was happening to her. But even this was not enough for this brutish ‘Master’. He demanded the unthinkable
“Beg, you pathetic cunt. Beg me to rape your jewcunt hard and I want you to stick your finger through your spread legs and finger your fuckhole while you do it. You had better look inviting to earn the honor of being deflowered”
Aurelia grit her teeth and said nothing. That word, that “jewcunt” was too awful to say. Still, it took only one hard lash from his metal tipped leather belt on Aurelia’s fully exposed cunt for the unspeakable to come pouring out of her mouth
“Master please!” she yelped in pain “Pl..pl..please rape my…OUCH! j..j..jewcunt hard. Pl..please master, I need you to rape my jewcunt”
Aurealia was sobbing both in fear and in dismay that she had sunk so low so quickly. She tried to finger her cunt vigorously as he had demanded since she could not stomach any more pain. The ‘Master’ grabbed her fingers and pushed them out of the way as he stuck his thick dick next to her hole and entered her as he spoke with his usual coldness
“Yes whore, you need to be fucked this way and it pleases me to fuck you now”
He spared no force or speed in how he entered her virgin cunt and broke her hymen in one thrust. Aurelia was screaming in pain and anguish, which only made the experience better for Hasan. She was not wet, and he knew that her dryness would make the experience even more painful than it had to be for her. For him, however the blood flowing from Aurelia’s torn hymen was plenty of lubrication. He continued to thrust into her roughly and deeply until he pulled his blood covered dick from her fuckhole and grabbed his slave’s head back towards him and came on her gorgeous face.
Aurelia shut her eyes and was crying to hard to see much, but she could make out that her ‘Master’s’ huge dick was covered in her blood and the site was enough for something inside her to snap. She knew that some part of her dignity was forfeited now and she never expected to get it back. She hated the man who did this to her, but she also immediately found it hard to respect herself the way she used to.
Hasan made no effort to clean the load of cum off Aurelia’s face and placed his limp dick in front of her mouth and told her to clean him off with her tongue. Aurelia was not even thinking, but her mouth was half open and that was enough for Hasan to force his member. At that point, Aurelia knew she had to make an effort to clean the grotesque mix of her own blood and his cum off with her tongue. She cringed as she became aware of what she was doing, but had no strength to resist her monstrous captor further in that moment.
When Hasan was satisfied with how cleaned his dick was he said nothing and sat back in the suede seat of his limo with a slight smirk on his face and lit a Cuban cigar.
Aurelia looked at him with wide tear filled eyes and could only whimper in pain and languish in feelings of humiliation as she collapsed onto the floor with her head buried in her arms.
Hasan smoked his cigar with immense pleasure has he watched Aurelia’s bruised young body quiver in dread at his feet. When he had had enough of his smoke, he ordered his naked bitch to kneel at his feet again and open her mouth and stick her tongue out. The girl was afraid that he wanted another blowjob already, but Hasan knew that there was no need to rush using the girl for his own sexual relief and simply used her tongue to put out his cigar. Aurelia cringed in pain, but she could not protest. Her vocal chords were numb with terror after enduring the brutal rape of her poor virgin pussy.
Soon, however, her bodily functions brought her out of her total disconnection from herself as she realized that she needed to piss. She was so afraid to speak to her Master that it took her several minutes to even get a brief request out.
“M…m..master?” she trilled in a whisper
Hasan waited several seconds before acknowledging her despondently
“You may speak, bitch for 10 seconds”
10 seconds was enough, but Aurelia knew she could not delay her response
“I need to use a bathroom, Master. The water you gave me earlier has OW!”
Hasan slapped her before she finished and spoke
“Worthless bitch, conserve your words. Do not overestimate what you are by thinking your prattle deserves to be heard”
That was all he said. Aurelia was almost panicked. She had already waited longer than she should have to ask out of fear and being so removed from her own body. She thought her Master might kill her if she pissed in his expensive limo. The naked slave feared her would beat her if she spoke again, but what choice did she have?
“Pl..please Master. Pl..please may I use a toilet?”
Hasan looked at his new sex slave viciously and pulled her towards him by her bruised nipple and answered her as he slapped her big tits
“Stupid cunt, no you may not use a toilet. You will never use a toilet again. Sometimes you will serve as a toilet and be thankful for that honor, but you will always piss and shit like the animal you are and you will beg for permission to do it”
Aurelia’s bladder was too full to argue now or think about the ramifications of her Master’s words, but she at least grasped at what she thought he wanted her to do right then.
“Master, please, please may I piss like the animal I am? Please, I wish to piss from my animal cunt…if it pleases you, Master”
Hasan was impressed. For a virgin that showed no signs of enjoying this experience, she was articulate in her vulgarity. Perhaps she was gifted as a natural born whore after all. He said nothing, but pressed a button on a remote control in his pocket. A console appeared out of the center of the limo seat and contained among many things a used dog collar and leash. Hasan gave his slave another order
“Squat on your hind legs and bring your wrists up to your chest and flop your hands towards me if to beg like a dog. Keep your thighs spread as much as you can and push your shaved cunt forward. Stick your tongue out and pant like you understand your place while you do this”
Aurelia took a second to interpret the command and understood that her Master meant for her to position herself exactly like a dog would to beg for a treat. Still, she needed to piss quite badly so she hurried into the position. Hasan thought the slut looked utterly delectable with her tongue wagging out of her gaping mouth, looking unwittingly eager to be collared. He buckled the dog collar tightly around the bitch’s neck and attached it to a leash as he called his chauffeur on his cell phone and requested for him to stop the car.
Hasan moved towards the limo door and opened it with his
remote. Aurelia realized that he was going to take her out of the limo collared
and leashed like a dog. That was one thing, but she knew what being a naked
woman in
Hasan knew what she must be thinking and spoke to her with glee
“Bitchcunt, you will crawl out on your hands and knees and be led like a dog on my leash. You had better hurry. If someone sees you, you will surely be beaten to death”
Aurelia knew that his words were true and scampered to follow her Master on her hands and knees. When she was let out of the limo, she saw that the area was very rural and that there was no motor traffic in sight. She could see a pack of men on camels in the corner of her eye, but estimated that it would be a few minutes before they could see her clearly as a naked slut out in the open. Aurelia scurried behind her Master and tried to ignore the bruises she was getting on her knees from the rough terrain of the rocky desert. Hasan spoke to her again
“Bitchcunt, squat again as you did before with your tongue wagging and your hands begging like a dog”
Aurelia complied quickly as her Master stared at her in disdain for several seconds before speaking to her again.
“Now piss”
Aurelia felt that she was about to burst and was thankful to be able to relieve herself despite being forced into such a shameful public position. She could see the camel herders getting closer, but she simply concentrated on what her Master told her and pissed herself as quickly as she could while keeping her mouth wide open and tongue dangling. When she finished she automatically spoke before catching herself
“Thank y..”
The naked bitch looked at her Master quizzically as if to understand from his eyes if she was allowed to thank him or if she should never speak unless spoken to. Hasan understood the look she gave him and answered her.
“Poor filthy doggiebitch. You know you should be thankful to your Master for allowing you to piss yourself like an animal out here, but you know you must not speak. You should crawl over here and lick my shoes in gratitude, bitch.”
Aurelia obeyed him quickly as she was becoming increasingly concerned by the approaching herders. Her Master, however, took his own sweet time in enjoying the sight of his lovely young slut lapping at his shoe. Finally he responded
“Well, soiled bitch, now that your filthy cunt is dripping piss, I wont allow you back into my limo.”
Hasan led the girl by the leash to the trunk of his car and opened it. Aurelia felt it must have been more than 100 degrees Fahrenheit and she feared she would die of heatstroke inside the trunk, but Hasan signaled for her to put herself in the box that she had woken up in inside the back of the trunk. Aurelia knew that the herders could probably see her by now and could not afford to lose any time, so she placed herself into the box.
Hasan hogtied her elbows together behind her back, which he knew would be extremely painful for the girl to hold for a long time. He then tied her feet to her wrists as well which made her plump breasts protrude at an extreme angle. He looked at his acquisition with satisfaction in his eyes before putting a water bottle in her mouth and shutting the box and the trunk of the limo.
Aurelia’s muscles felt the pain of the extreme tension of inhuman position that the ropes kept her in. The box was completely dark and unbearably hot. She wanted to scream for help, but she was sure that if she let the water bottle out of her mouth that she would die of dehydration before her Master let her out. So, the bound slave remained still and silent for the rest of the ride. All sorts of thoughts rushed through her head: plans of escape, thoughts of revenge, recent memories of trauma, ghastly visions of what was next to come. But for now, she was completely helpless and alone in the dark of the baking hot trunk.
Aurelia thought her arms were near the point of being dislocated from the binding when the car stopped and she heard the trunk open. Hasan opened the box containing his new slut with the excitement of a child opening a Christmas present. Just the thought of her sweating bound perfect body in the box made him hard. Aurelia still had the water bottle between her teeth but released it to scream as she saw her Master bring a knife closer to her body. Hasan slapped her protruding tits hard several times before releasing her from her bonds. He spoke to her in his deep threatening voice,
“I made it clear to you earlier that fuckbitches are meant to be used and not heard. Since you are unable to control your barking, you will be gagged”
Hasan took a red ball gag out from the trunk and forced it into the pretty slave’s mouth. It was large and it hurt her jaw, and Aurelia assumed that was why he chose such a large gag. Her master then removed the collar around her neck and replaced it with a tight leather band that attached to her gag and went around her head. Now the leash was attached to a hook in the front of the gag. Hasan pulled Aurelia out of the box in the trunk by her mouth and signaled for her to return to her hands and knees at his feet. They were in a closed garage. She knew nothing of her whereabouts or how long she had been in the trunk. Hasan said nothing to her and lead her by her mouth leash to the entrance of his house.
Aurelia crawled quickly to avoid falling and being dragged on her knees. Upon entering the house, she felt awed by its size and lavishness. The tiles were Peruvian marble, each sculpture in the foyer was worth an easy fortune and the ceilings were majestically high and covered with ornate Arabic engravings. Then she heard someone coming to them. A very pretty and petite Asian girl came crawling towards them as fast as she could. She crawled towards the Master and kissed and licked his feet with expressed alacrity. Aurelia noticed the girl was wearing seemingly painful nipple clamps over her augmented breasts and was dildo stuffed in both her asshole and pussy. As she looked closer, she could see the clear marks of severe abuse on this little Asian slave. Her labia lips showed repeated cigarette burns, her entire body showed scars of severe beatings, cuts and even burnings. Aurelia began to shake in fear at the prospect that this might happen to her. Still, there was something even more disturbing about the scene. This Asian girl...her enthusiasm for licking her Master’s feet seemed so genuine and unnecessarily eager. Aurelia couldn’t understand it. Then, the Master gave the Asian slave an order in what sounded like Japanese and she immediately responded in a high whisper. Now Aurelia was even more confused. This girl’s eyes were surely too large to be of a Japanese girl and her features just didn’t seem right for it. But alas, she assumed the girl was Japanese. She looked so abused, yet she expressed nothing but gratitude and adoration for the Master. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome. Maybe the Asian slave had lost her mind from the abuse. Aurelia thought she’d rather end up dead than like the poor deranged girl before her.
Hasan thought of his Asian fuckpet, Mai, as the closest thing he had to a soul mate in a woman. He found her in Japan at a party for a client. Mai was brought out as one of a few sex slaves to service the businessmen after their successful deals. She had a strikingly pretty face, but what interested Hasan about her was the total lack of life and expression in her eyes and movements. She had mentally and psychologically become nothing beyond a living flesh fuck machine. And a phenomenal one at that. Her blowjobs were perfect, she fucked like her life depended on it when no one had used any violence to coerce her. Whores rarely tried unless held to the threat of immediate punishment. This one, however, fucked like a goddess as though it was as habitual as breathing. Hasan had to find out more.
He contacted her pimp who said he had bought her a few years back from a brothel in Hong Kong and was willing to sell her for a price Hasan could easily pay. When she
came to Hasan, she seemed to need no training. She never spoke without permission. She took nearly all punishment without moving and without making a sound. She never flinched at any order no matter how degrading or painful Hasan could make it.
Finally, he told her to tell him about herself. What the hell was her life story? As soon as he asked, he saw the first glint of human feeling in the slave. It was as though being asked to speak of it was the greatest honor she could have imagined.
Mai did not remember her birth parents or family. She had been sold to a brothel owner in Thailand that specialized in providing young girls at the age of three. From three till six she was trained daily in various sexual arts and acts of servitude and at six, she began to service clients. Some would take her for a night at a time and others kept her for months. As she recounted them, the acts of unbridled pedophiles ranged from bizarre to extremely sadistic. None of them showed her any affection that would resemble parental bonding and instead oscillated between gaining her trust and abusing it. When she was perhaps 9 she was sold to a “blowjob bar” which meant her job was to stand by bar stools nude and wait for men to come in. They would sit at the stools and point to the nude slaves and if she was picked, she was required to suck the man off and clean him up. The slaves were often beaten and starved if they could not ensure enough repeat customers or were not picked often enough. Often girls were given the motivation of having to rely on cum as their soul food source. To Hasan, that explained why her blowjobs felt like the touch of a celestial concubine. At about 12 she was sold from pimp to pimp for various sexual purposes. None were any kinder than any other and none seemed remotely humane at all. She recounted how she had been locked in a trunk with rats, tied to a bed spread-eagle for months and forced to fuck dozens of men per day tied down on her filthy soiled mattress. She was beaten without reason or limit, had been hung from hooks in her breasts and beaten with a cane till she was unconscious for days, forced to sodomize a broken baseball bat- the list seemed endlessly inspiring to Hasan.
In the end of it, Hasan resigned himself to losing any interest in pushing whatever dismal limits this slave might have had. She might have been the only woman in his life that elicited some modicum of sympathy from him, as he was the only person in her life that ever elicited some feeling of warmth or attachment in her. She had never been allowed a friend or been in the possession of someone who regarded her as anything more than a fuck machine; a flesh jukebox to make money for its owner. She did not know how old she was or what her name was, but she told people it was Mai on the rare occasions that anyone asked and Hasan guessed that she was 19. It was hard to tell with Asians.
Mai began to develop feelings she never knew existed for her Master simply because he owned her permanently and exclusively for his own use. To her, that was the highest form of relation she had ever experienced. She wanted nothing other than to serve him and please him in any way he desired. Hasan uniquely liked this in her. By birthright, he could marry a Saudi girl and she would have to tolerate any amount of sadism from him with little complaint, but she would harbor snobbish notions of wishing she had married someone else. He could certainly have willing masochists from Europe, but Hasan loathed such women. They were possessed by some pathological drive for self-destruction and degradation for their own pleasure, not for his and that did not appeal to him. But Mai wanted to please him for the pure sake of pleasing him. If he told her to beg a camel to sodomize her, she would do it with a wet cunt and an eager tongue. If he told her to play cards, she would do that with the same zeal. If he told her to accept punishment of whippings and canings, she would dread the pain if he wanted her to or cum hard from it that was what he wished. She truly and completely existed for his pleasure.
Mai’s body showed many signs of continual physical torture from before the time Hasan owned her, but he enjoyed looking at all the marks of torture that he did not initiate. One thing he did not like however was the large pierce marks in her breasts left from the hooks that she was hung from. Hasan resolved that he would have a plastic surgeon friend reconstruct them and give her implants, but in the meantime he was happy to enjoy their total destruction.
Hasan renamed her the Japanese equivalent of ‘Asian Fuckpet’ and the slave felt honored to receive a special handpicked name. Hasan had her recount her sexual history again and told her to high light what was most traumatizing and painful for her. After the incident of being hung by her tits, she was a bit fearful of breast torture as she found the experience amongst the worst in her generally awful life. Upon hearing this, Hasan immediately hung Asian fuckpet by 3 thick hooks skewering deep into her tits. He ordered her to lift her knees to the sides of her shoulders to reveal her whorecunt, so he could whip it and she did so. He told Asian fuckpet that he made sure to punish her in a way that would prey on her earlier trauma simply because he enjoyed maximizing her psychological pain. That admission made Asian fuckpet curse herself for telling him anything as she was being forced to expose herself for a cuntwhipping while being hung from her tits, but when her Master let her down he kissed her tenderly and carried her to his bed. That treatment made everything he made her endure worthwhile. The next day, the Master used a bullwhip on her tits as she straddled a 3 ft tall sharp wooden pyramid in her cunt. Asian fuckpet had been whipped any number of times on her tits, but never by a bullwhip. She thought the whip might tear her flesh off and skewer her internal organs, but no such thing happened. After the ordeal, her tits had very dark thick lash marks on them and she looked as though someone had spilled giant tattoo needles all over her chest. Her tits were hardly less sore when the Master decided to use her as his pony girl. He readied his mare by attaching the reins of a rickshaw cart to very tight nipple claims on her abused tits. The pain from pulling the cart by her tits with the Master inside was almost unbearable for Asian fuckpet and she often slowed her trotting to a brisk walk and Hasan was quick to whip her exposed ass to force her to keep up the speed he required. For days, the Master bound, beat and tortured Asian fuckpet’s tits, but all the while she grew to love him more and more. He was torturing her tits, but he did it because something in her own life made the torture particularly unbearable. He had chosen the torture especially for her based on her own experiences and she was greatly flattered for such attention.
The next month, Hasan took her to a plastic surgeon in Egypt and told him to spare no expenses in fixing her breasts. The surgeon took care of the scarring and deformity from the bindings and Asian fuckpet ended up with attractive round C cups. Hasan knew that he could no longer breast torture her since she could die if the silicone implant ruptured inside of her. So, he cherished the videos and memories he had of the times he had torturing her breasts into total mutilation and eventually, so Asian fuckpet enjoyed finger fucking her own cunt to them as well. Her Master enjoyed them, so she sincerely too. She had never seen a real movie in her life and was illiterate and ignorant about everything besides sex and torture and Hasan’s only addition to her knowledge was to train her to cook for him and do the household chores. Asian Fuckpet needed no sexual training, so her entire days were devoted to chores and cooking. She was the only housemaid Hasan kept and the position was like heaven to her. She was the property of one man and she wanted to strive towards pleasing him as best she could. Before she had no purpose at all and never really gave the concept of “purpose” much thought, but now Master had bestowed her the honor of a purpose: to please him. On some level she might have appreciated the luxurious surroundings of down feather comforters, air conditioning and silk rugs in the spacious home, but she was so generally enwrapped in her purpose and task of serving her Master than she would have loved serving him in a barn of pigs just as much, if that would give him pleasure.
Hasan looked at Asian fuckpet dutifully lapping at his feet and knew that the jewcunt could never be as blindly devoted as this girl. For this, he figured he would never be as kind to his Israeli slave as he could be to Asian fuckpet. Hasan never felt any desire to be affectionate to a woman until he bought Asian fuckpet, but after time he held her in his lap and fondled her gently and kissed her on her cheeks. Sometimes he even let her sleep in his bed in his arms instead of in a kennel or pet bed on the floor. Hasan almost never formally punished her as she was entirely conscientious and always tried her best, but he did frequently subject her to his sadistic whims simply because the mood struck him. There was no conditionality in Asian fuckpet’s submission. She did not need fear of punishment or the possibility of reward to function as a good slave. She believed her purpose was to please and serve and that was the only belief she could fathom. To Hasan, she was his ideal companion. With her, he was happy and with him, she was fulfilled.
Hasan allowed Asian fuckpet to lick at his feet for a few minutes before ordering her in Japanese to take his new slave to the branding room. His Asian fuckpet did not know any English and the jewcunt did not know any Japanese and Hasan wanted to make sure they would never be able to communicate very much between them. He reveled in being the whores’ only source of verbal interaction as it gave them a higher level of psychological dependency on him.
Hasan attached his new slave’s leash to the thick 8-inch cunt stuffer in Asian fuckpet’s cunt and told Aurelia to follow where her leash was lead. Aurelia’s cheeks blushed with shame, as she was lead by a leash to a gag in her mouth by another naked slave’s exposed cunt. Unfortunately for Aurelia, she was not as used to crawling as Asian fuckpet and eventually lagged behind enough for Asian fuckpet’s cunt stuffer to fall out. Naturally, the Master lost no time in bringing his belt down several times on the new slave’s vulnerable behind. He then took Aurelia’s gag out and the commanded her to clean the cum covered dildo up with her tongue since she was so lazy as to cause it to drop to the floor. Next, she was charged with the task of using her mouth to place the dildo back into Asian fuckpet’s gaping cunt. Aurelia couldn’t understand how Asian fuckpet would moan so loudly as she pushed such a large and degrading object in her cunt with her mouth. The Master affectionately petted Asian fuckpet’s head as he ordered Aurelia to use her mouth to fuck Asian fuckpet with the large dildo. Aurelia flinched every time her lips touched Asian fuckpet’s cunt and after several minutes, the Master grabbed Aurelia’s hair and rudely pushed the ball gag in again and signaled for Asian fuckpet to continue crawling.
Aurelia was lead to a room that reminded her of a doctor’s office. The Master ordered her onto an elevated counter with several stirrups around it. Aurelia obeyed him automatically as Asian fuckpet quickly fastened Aurelia into a fairly obscene position with her legs spread wide and ankles level with her head. Aurelia was desperately afraid with what might happen as she was fairly certain that her Master was not a doctor and that he did not value her health and safety.
Hasan looked at his delicious toy and became hard as he thought of the tattoos he would claim her with. Every time he looked at her, she seemed to look more and more vulnerable and terrified. He smiled at her and showed her the tattoo needle. Aurelia screamed through her gag. It was against her religion to be tattooed and she did not want to end up looking like her Asian example that had several pornographic tattoos all along her body. Hasan saw the bound and terrified slut glance and Asian fuckpet and he understood what she feared. He smirked at her. He had tattooed the Arabic words for “Slave Asian Fuckpet, property of Hasan ibn Faisaliah”, but nothing else. Still, he enjoyed the violent pornographic images that defaced Asian fuckpet’s little body. He held the needle to Aurelia’s arm and began to write in the exact place that Nazis had tattooed Jews decades earlier in concentration camps. He wrote in English “Slave #2” and spoke to Aurelia
“That is as much of a name as you have now, whore. If you learn to show me due respect, I will bestow you with a name of your own, but for now you are nothing. You are a nameless slave of no value. You are worthless numbered slave as were your ancestors to Nazis ”
Aurelia nearly threw up into her gag upon hearing her Master speak such things to her and seeing him tattoo a number into her arm. He seemed purely driven by cruelty. Aurelia did not even believe that he was genuinely a neo Nazi sympathizer since his Asian slave was defaced with vulgar tattoos as well and she could not have been Jewish. Aurelia decided that her Master was driven by a hatred of women and a love for the undeserved power that his country did not deny him. Of course, these thoughts did not make her feel any more at ease.
Hasan continued to write on Aurelia’s arm, close to her wrist. He simply wrote that she was a foreign non-Muslim slave in Arabic. It was for her own good. On the remote chance that she would escape from his estate, the tattoo would let whoever found her know that she was not a runaway criminal or Muslim girl trying to escape her family. If her finder were sure the slut was only a foreign slave, he would probably just keep her for himself or his family. King Faisal technically illegalized slavery about a decade before Hasan was born, but Saudi families still often kept foreign women as household slaves and harem sluts. It was common for female slaves in the kingdom to attempt to run away and usually their finder just gave them a good flogging and then let them live. Runaway Muslim brides and daughters, however, met with certain death for rebellion and bringing dishonor to good Muslim families.
Hasan then began writing on his slut’s inner thigh near her pussy. He decorated her fuckhole entrance with swastikas and wrote “property of Hasan” in Arabic while his lovely slut cringed and whined in pain from the heat on her sensitive areas. He would have preferred to write in his full name, but he decided not to take the extremely miniscule chance that she would escape back to the western world. Hasan held a mirror to Aurelia’s cunt so that she could look down to see the swastikas that decorated her cunt. She wished she could strangle him! She seethed in anger at her Master and then at the Asian slave as well. Why had she tied her into the medical counter? Together they could overpower the Master! Aurelia resolved to somehow communicate with her companion slave that there was still hope of escape if they worked together. Surely, she could put some sense back into the poor thing.
Aurelia’s plan of attack was suddenly interrupted by the sight of a large liquid filled needle coming towards her exposed ass. Her Master calmly explained its purpose to the fearful slut as she shook her head in fruitless protest.
“Of course, I can’t forget to sterilize you. It was a crucial step in the Nazi procedure of dehumanization, after all.”
Hasan pushed the needle into her and released the valve holding the liquid. Aurelia again felt as though something inside of her died and this time the feeling was even stronger than after her brutal rape. Hasan continued his verbal abuse.
“Naturally, jewcunts are not fit for breeding. Whore, you should be thankful for the sterilization as I have rescued you from propagating your race of slime”
After hearing that, Aurelia simply started weeping. Her body did not belong to her at all anymore and even if she did escape she would have to sacrifice her dreams of having a family of her own. She wished she could put her hands over her ears so not to hear the terrible names her Master called her, but her hands were bound in place. What kind of name could she earn anyways? Jewish fuckpet to mirror her Asian counterpart? Hardly a name worth striving for, but something inside her did wish to be better than a nameless slave in the mind of her sadistic Master.
Hasan by no means thought highly of Jews, but he was not particularly fixated on their extermination or subjugation. He would not have protested if someone decided to kill them all, but he would not care to participate in their slaughter either. He figured he could never really trust a Jewish bitch to be a loyal submissive no matter how well she was trained, but even if his new slave never became willing or trustworthy, she was still gorgeous and the process of breaking her down was still extremely pleasurable.
In any case, Hasan had not actually sterilized the slave. The liquid only served as birth control and would only last several months before she needed another dose. He secretly entertained thoughts of breeding her if only because she had such adorable large green eyes and he would have liked a child to inherit them. Besides, he thought to himself, what was the point of keeping a woman alive if she could not bear children?
Hasan told Asian fuckpet to release the slave from her place
and lead her to the lounge area. Aurelia was again attacked to the huge dildo
in
Aurelia was lead to an opulent sitting room. The domed ceilings were at least 20 ft high and were covered in paintings and gold foil decorations. The Master sat down in an embroidered armchair after he unlatched Aurelia’s leash from Asian fuckpet’s cunt. Asian fuckpet immediately brought him a book with an Arabic title. Aurelia hoped the Asian girl knew some Arabic, as it would be an immense help in trying to escape. Nevertheless, it was difficult for Aurelia to concentrate on a plan of escape, because she felt lost in the majesty of the sitting room. The Master noticed her awed expression and spoke,
“You are not paying attention to serving me, slave. I will not name you unless you show me that you are focused on my desires at all times. You don’t want to remain nameless now do you? You know what happened to nameless Jew slaves.”
Aurelia began to shiver in fear. Would he starve her to death? Overwork her till death from slow isolated misery? She felt almost hopeless since she doubted her ability to appear that she was as worshipful of her Master as Asian fuckpet was.
“Get on your hands and knees and act as my footrest”
Aurelia obeyed quickly and remembered to keep her legs spread wide. Hasan noticed the effort and told Asian fuckpet to gently manipulate the white slave’s clitoris to make her wet. Aurelia blushed with shame when she felt the little Asian fingers gently massaging her clit, but she did begin to feel aroused. She was quite embarrassed with herself since she knew the Master could hear her moans through her gag. The Master was holding the end of her leash as he scanned the pages of some hardcover book. Aurelia glanced at him and felt extremely embarrassed as she realized she became even more wet upon seeing her master in wire frame glasses. For the first time, she noticed that he was an extremely handsome and well-built man. She looked away as soon as she admitted to her attraction. She felt she was losing her resolve. The last thing she wanted was to sympathize with her Master’s desires and she would be sure to resist such awful thoughts as much as possible.
Asian fuckpet stopped massaging Aurelia’s clit and began to remove the shoes off the Master’s feet with her mouth. Aurelia tried to raise her back to make it easier for the Asian slave, but Asian fuckpet quickly spanked her and pushed her head back down since she could see that Masters feet would be more comfortable that way. She then removed his socks with her teeth and carried the shoes in her mouth as she crawled to put them away. When she returned, she became immediately fixated on massaging her Master’s feet. She kneaded them gently and sucked the toes lovingly and kissed his soles several times. Aurelia felt disgusted when she glanced at Asian fuckpet’s serene expression as she completed the completely degrading task. The longer Asian fuckpet spent on his feet, the more she seemed to enjoy it. She would even moan in sexual pleasure on occasion.
Aurelia first grew rather bored as she had nothing to do in her position and then her body began to feel tense in pain. She thought she had been on her hands and knees for hours and the weight of her Master’s feet was taking a toll on her strength She feared she would collapse soon, but she said nothing and hoped her master would give her something else to do. Minutes passed and seemed like hours and finally Aurelia collapsed under the weight of her Master’s feet.
Hasan was surprised she lasted as long as she did, but immediately kicked her over onto her back when she fell and berated her
“Lazy jewcunt! You expect to earn your meal and yet you are too lazy to give me what I require in return. True to your race, you are a greedy little pigcunt that wants what you don’t deserve”
Aurelia began to cry as he continued speaking
“Well, I am kind so I will give you a choice of how to serve me. You can either continue in your simple task of acting as my footrest or you can expose your shaved cunt to me and beg for a cunt whipping”
Hasan then told Asian fuckpet to remove the white slut’s gag and she did so. Aurelia remembered how painful even the single lash with the belt on her cunt had been and tried to resume the position of a footrest, but she quickly collapsed in pain. Her Master spoke again
“Slut, since you cannot serve me properly, you will beg for a cunt whipping. And you may as well get used to referring to yourself in third person. You have no name, so you may call yourself “this slut” or “your slut” or slave, fuckbitch, jewcunt, and etcetera. Use your little head. Vulgar thoughts are all you are good for”
Aurelia thought a second about what he meant and then tried to obey the order, as she understood it.
“Please Master, may this fuckbitch receive a cuntwhipping?”
Hasan responded coldly as Asian fuckpet poured him a glass of scotch
“Your only purpose is to desperately crave to do my bidding and please me. Now sound like you mean it. You wish to be cuntwhipped more than anything you’ve ever wanted”
Aurelia listened and realized the only way she could succeed in placating him was to put herself in the mind frame he demanded. She tried. She thought of it like acting
“Master please may your worthless slave be cuntwhipped? This nameless jewcunt very badly wants to please you. Please, please master may this jewcunt be allowed to have her cunt whipped for you?”
The Master sipped his scotch and responded with a look of slight amusement in his eyes. The slut did sound genuinely desperate to be cuntwhipped although it was obvious that the ordeal was making her miserable. He told Asian fuckpet to bring him a whip and spoke to the begging slut again
“Slut, spread your legs as you did when you were receiving your lovely tattoos. Ankles above your head and cunt thrust forward and open your cunt lips with your fingers”
Aurelia obeyed quickly and began to feel very afraid of what she had gotten herself into. The Master told her to finger her cunt and continue begging while Asian fuckpet crawled back towards them holding a riding crop in her mouth. The Master was relentless in prodding her to say all kinds of degrading things and Aurelia complied as best as she could
“Master, please whip this worthless jewcunt very hard on her cunt if that pleases you”
“Master, thank you for decorating this slut’s cunt with beautiful swastikas to remind her of how disgraceful her filthy jewcunt is. ”
She began to weep as she said such words.
“Master, please discipline this filthy jewcunt with a cunt whipping. And thank you very much for allowing your slut to present her shameful cunt to you for a hard cuntwhipping”
Aurelia loathed herself for saying such things about her own body and was aghast that she sank so low. She was trying to comprehend how she could have let herself succumb to such abuse as her Master gave her another dehumanizing order
“Slut, you will thank me for each lash and ask for another. A simple but classic punishment ritual that every new slave needs to appreciate”
It was not too hard at first and Aurelia could complete her order with just a little flinching
“Thank you Master, please may this slut have another”
1,2,3,4,5 times and then it did begin to become rather difficult not to move even though she feared for her life if she did. Eventually, though it became too difficult. The poor slut’s cunt was throbbing from pain and she began to close her legs after lashes. The Master ordered Asian fuckpet to sit on the new slut’s face and hold her legs apart as he continued assaulting her with his riding crop.
Asian fuckpet bounced over to the new slut in excitement and sat on her mouth despite the new slut’s expression of disgust. Asian fuckpet held her legs so wide it hurt and left Aurelia feeling completely helpless against the whip. The Master did not relent in his verbal attacks
“Jewcunt, show your gratitude to Asian fuckpet. I never told you to quit thanking me. You will continue and keep your tongue buried in Asian fuckpet’s pussy. Try and make her cum while you thank me for each lash” Aurelia was appalled at the feeling of her tongue inside another girl’s cunt, but she had no choice but to try and manipulate Asian fuckpet into cumming. The Master became extremely hard at the site of his new slut bucking in pain from the cuntwhipping as Asian fuckpet writhed in pleasure on top of her mouth. Finally, he took his shirt and pants off and straddled the new slut’s exposed form and told Asian fuckpet to use her mouth to lubricate his dick. She was more than happy to hungrily suck his cock, as it was her favorite thing to do in as much as she had a favorite thing to do. After several seconds Hasan pulled Asian fuckpet off the naked tearful slave below him and turned her over on to her stomach and began prodding his fingers roughly into the abused slut’s asshole. She winced in pain, but did not move, as she was exhausted in pain from the cuntwhipping she had just endured. Her Master spanked her ass as he interrogated her
“Never had anything up there?”
“No Master, I- OUCH”
The Master slapped her hard on her round firm rump.
“There is no “I”, stupid jewcunt. Now, beg me to take you in that virgin ass”
The poor abused slut already was daunted from the discomfort and shame of being prodded in her virgin asshole with fingers, but she was far too frightened to risk further punishment, so she acquiesced to her sadistic Master’s desires without daring to deny him what he obviously could take from her without her begging.
“Master, please fuck this jewcunt’s virgin asshole. Please, please sir may this slut have the honor of your b…big hard cock inside her an...anal fuckhole?”
Hasan wanted to explode upon hearing his slut beg him. He wondered who taught her to sound so depraved. He entered the slut with a hard thrust as she grunted and reflexively tried to pull away. Hasan grabbed her thighs and pulled himself into her asshole as the abused slave cried harder as every inch of his thick cock sunk in. When his slave was completely impaled on his cock, he began to fuck her harder and harder. He groaned in pleasure and grabbed Asian fuckpet by her hair to bring her mouth to his balls. He commanded her to lick them as they slammed into the jewcunt’s pussy. Asian fuckpet of course tongued her Master’s balls as though they were covered in heroin and she was in withdrawal as she approached all his orders with such intense alacrity.
Hasan became lost in pleasure as he rammed his cock into the wrenching slut’s tight asshole. He felt an orgasm creeping onto him all to quickly with the added stimulation of Asian fuckpet’s tongue on his balls. He tried to hold himself back from cumming, but then realized that there was no need to stall his release. He would own this slut for as long as he wished and he could have her any way he wanted. He groaned at Aurelia and grabbed her hair towards him with a strong fist as he built towards an intense climax. He spoke into her ear as she continued to sob
“Depraved whore. Oh, the things I’ll do to you” Hasan laughed and added in his cold voice “Yes filthy whore, and the things I’ll make you do for me”
Finally, the Master emptied a copious amount of cum into his whore’s raped asshole.
He took a few seconds to catch his breath and collect himself, and then pushed Asian fuckpet underneath the raped Jewish whore and ordered her to drink the cum out of the jewcunt’s asshole. Asian fuckpet thanked her Master and eagerly stuck her tongue into the jewcunt’s asshole and suctioned the cum out and licked around her anus. The Master then pushed the jewcunt’s face into Asian fuckpet’s extremely wet pussy and told her to lick. The jewcunt licked with expressed disinterest and earned several spankings on her big tits from her Master in order to motivate her into licking like a proper slut. The Master then ordered Asian fuckpet to cum and as always, she came on command. She screamed in pleasure as she bit into the jewcunt’s ass cheeks.
Aurelia only remained cowered in submission as Asian fuckpet crawled out from underneath her. The raped slut dreaded every imminent second as she imagined that nothing was going to improve for her. She heard her own stomach growling and became aware of her intense hunger and sleepiness from her exhaustion. She feared the Master would simply starve her and continue to abuse her but to her extreme relief, he stated that it was time to eat. Aurelia crawled behind Asian fuckpet and came to a room that resembled a dungeon. It was extremely painful for her to crawl, but she was motivated by hunger enough to do it quickly. In the “dungeon”, the walls were stone and covered in hanging chains and hooks. The room was also filled with objects that looked like midlevel torture devices and cages. Was this her dining room?
The Master stopped Aurelia from crawling further as Asian fuckpet brought a doggie bowl in her mouth. She set it down between the two sluts and the Master poured some animal feed into the bowl. The Master instructed the jewcunt to eat from the same doggie bowl as Asian fuckpet using only her mouth and to keep her wrists together behind her. Aurelia felt starved and immediately complied and put her face into the doggie bowl in order to scarf down the animal feed she was given. She felt the Asian fuckpet must have been less hungry as she ate less and tended to focus on licking the feed off Aurelia’s mouth. Asian fuckpet even forced her to French kiss her while her mouth was filled with food. Aurelia began to wonder if Asian fuckpet was somehow as deranged as the Master. When the food was finished, the Master ordered the sluts to lick the bowl clean and lick each other’s faces clean. Aurelia felt more like an animal than she ever had at that point. How could she lick a doggie bowl clean after being forced to eat from it like an animal?
Finally, the Master told her that it was time for her to sleep and lead her to a small cage with a bowl of water in the corner. Aurelia saw that it was so small that she would have to sleep in fetal position, but was far too tired and afraid to express even a look of disappointment. The Master took the soiled dildos from Asian fuckpet’s asshole and pussy and roughly placed then in the jewcunt’s fuckholes before pushing her into the cage and ordering her to sleep.
The room was dark. Asian fuckpet and the Master were gone. Aurelia had never imagined the level of fear or misery that she felt at that moment and knew she was entirely helpless to change it now. Her cage was locked and all she could do was wallow in terror by herself. She tried to think peaceful thought simply to get herself to sleep. She had no blanket or pillow, but at least she was not cold. She had been raped in all her fuckholes but at least she had been fed. She had been tattooed as a worthless, nameless fuckbitch and slave, but at least…but at least what? What could be worse?
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