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Chapter 3: Trina submits to Ahmed
Trina was woken up with another ice cold shower. This time, Khalim and Abdul were accompanied by Aisha.
“Come on, slut, wake up. Master Ahmed is waiting for you” Aisha said to Trina.
Aisha tied Trina’s hands behind her back and put golden ankle cuffs on her. She also put another pair of golden cuffs and chain around her upper arms, and finished her look with a gold collar.
Aisha then led the way pulling Trina by the chain on her arms. Trina had to walk slowly because of the short chain between her legs, but they finally reached a room were Ahmed was waiting for them. He made a signal to Khalim and Abdul for them to leave, so Trina, Aisha and he were alone on the room.
He was sitting in a wooden chair, resembling a king’s throne. At his side laid a wooden couch. Aisha led Trina right in front of Ahmed and ordered her to kneel before him.
“Now you’re going to pay homage to your new owner, slave” said Ahmed to Trina. “You’re going to suck on my cock. And you better do it well.”
Ahmed took his cock out and slapped Trina on the face with it. Aisha lay down on the couch and watched closely what was happening. She exposed her tits so she could play with herself, and with her right hand she guided her Master’s cock to Trina’s mouth.
Trina begun to eagerly suck on Ahmed’s cock, realizing for the first time she had no way out of her situation and that she had no choice than to do what she was told until her ordeal was finished, and that would occur when Ahmed decided he would no longer want her. The only thing she was worried about was Jason. She missed him and wondered what had happened to him.
Ahmed grabbed Trina’s hair and pushed her head to his rigid shaft, while Aisha helped to pleasure him by jerking him off at the same time with her right hand. Her left hand was busy rubbing and squeezing her breasts, putting up a show for Ahmed’s delight.
Trina sucked on him like a pro. She had been well taught by Jason and she could see the satisfaction in Ahmed’s eyes. It didn’t took long for him to reach the point of no return, having his cock sucked and jerked and at the same time watching Aisha playing with her round luscious tits. Trina suddenly felt warmth gushing down her throat. “Swallow it all” said Ahmed. And so she did.
“That was the blowjob ever performed on me” complimented Ahmed. Trina remained silent, what turned a pleased Ahmed into an angry Ahmed.
“If I say nice things about what you’ve done, you show your gratitude, you cunt!” he screamed, slapping her face.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Thank you for your kind words” replied Trina. She was beginning to submit to him.
“That’s more like it” he said. He laid back and got fully dressed. “I would like to see now what your pain threshold is. But I don’t want to hear any screaming. Aisha! Gag her! I want you to whip her until she faints!”
Trina’s eyes were an evident sign of the fear Ahmed’s words had brought into her. She was lifted, her arms bound above her head and her feet secured to the floor, legs wide spread. Aisha then silenced her with a ball-gag.
Aisha was given a selection of whips to choose from. She grabbed a thick leather whip, and without many formalities she got to her task. She struck her hard across her back first. A long red welt could already be perceived, contrasting to her white flesh. Aisha then hit her three more times in a row, leaving more uneven marks on her skin. Trina was already crying.
Ahmed signaled Aisha to stop for a second and check on Trina’s pussy. She was wet. Ahmed smiled.
Aisha then resumed her task. Each strike was much harder than the last one, and after 30 lashes, Trina finally couldn’t take any more and lost her consciousness.
“We’ll have to work on how much pain she can receive” Ahmed said to Aisha, and she nodded, acknowledging his statement.
Trina was released from her bonds and taken back to her cell so she could rest for a while.
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