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Chapter 4: The party
Trina regained her consciousness an hour after her whipping. She was alone in her cell and she started to sob, lamenting her fate. She had a bowl of water, but the chain attached to her collar impeded her from standing up, so she had to drink from it like a dog. Her back was really aching and she could actually feel the welts on her skin.
Several hours passed before someone came to her cell and took her out of it. It was Khalim. He released the chain from her collar and attached a leash instead. He then cuffed her hands together in front of her. Leading her tugging on the leash, Khalim took Trina to a huge room, with a really high ceiling. The hall was packed with people of different ages and looks, but they had something in common: they were all male. She instantaneously reacted to her nakedness, trying to cover her body from the prying eyes. Most of the men there looked Arabic, but there were some European people as well. He could even distinguish some clearly Nordic gentlemen, being blonde, tall and having blue eyes.
Ahmed was presiding the room, seated on a throne-like chair in the middle of the room.
“Stop covering yourself, slave” Ahmed said. “These people are here because of you. They want to watch you squirm in pain, put on a show with some of my other female slaves and finally have a turn to fuck any of your holes. They all will take at least one shot at one of your openings, and there are nearly one hundred people here. So prepare for the fuck of your life. Hahahaha!” His laugh was pure evil.
Two girls emerged from the crowd. They were butt-naked and Trina assumed, accurately, that they were also Ahmed’s slaves. They walked to the center of the room, just in front of where Ahmed was seating, and installed a whipping pole. Trina started to plead for her life. Her back was still aching really badly and she was sure she would not be able to endure another whipping. But her fate was not controlled by herself, she was tied to the pole, her arms stretched perpendicular to her body and her legs spread wide.
A man stepped forward. His torso was nude and his face was covered in a black mask. He had a very muscular body. He looked like a mid-age executioners. He stood up right in front of Trina. She was staring at the floor, crying.
“Look at me!!” said the masked man. Trina stayed still. “I SAID LOOK AT ME, WHORE!!”, he shouted, slapping Trina hard across her face. She immediately raised her eyes and looked directly into the barely visible eyes of her forthcoming tormentor.
“I don’t want your eyes to look anywhere else than mine, understood?” asked the man.
“Yeah… yes…” replied Trina, sobbing.
“Now you will be marked. The symbol we use indicates you’ve been trained by Master Ahmed and his harem.”
“Marked? What do you mean by marked?”
“Your ass will be branded with these”. He revealed a red hot iron with a small strange symbol on its tip. Trina glued her eyes to the rod, filled with terror.
“You… you gotta be kidding” stuttered Trina, not quite being able to speak from the horror.
“No, I’m not”.
Trina struggled in her restraints, but she couldn’t move at all. Her legs were securely locked to eyebolts on the floor and her arms were restrained in a similar fashion.
The masked man moved away and took a look at Trina’s round firm ass, trying to decide exactly where to plant the impression. He instructed the two slaves that had brought the whipping pole to hold Trina tightly, and without hesitating he grabbed Trina’s ass and swiftly held the iron to her skin.
For a few seconds, she turned completely silent and her face turned absolutely white. Then, as the rod slowly left the area she started to yell in pain and humiliation. Her ass displayed a neat “brand” new mark.
The masked man and the two girls left the room. In exchange, two new Arabic girls entered the hall, Rehab and Zimruth.
“Look people. These two slaves of mine will demonstrate to you how slutty western girls are. After all she’s been through, they’ll prove to you that she’s turned on by her ordeal” said Ahmed to the crowd. Some of the men had already taken out their pricks and were jerking off staring at poor Trina’s branded ass.
Zimruth approached Trina and, without warning, she inserted her right index finger into Trina’s pussy, taking it out coated in her glistening pussy juices. She raised her finger high up in the air so everybody could clearly see proof of Trina’s excitement.
“See?” said Ahmed. “Western girls are all the same. They say they’re disgusted by sex, but in fact they’re all waiting for someone to subjugate them and fuck their brains out”.
Rehab kneeled in front of Trina and started to cup and caress Trina’s breasts. She pinched and pulled on her nipples, rubbing her areola and licking her tits. She then proceeded to suckle on her nipples as a baby. Meanwhile, Zimruth had devoted to the task of licking her cunt. She was doing a fairly good job, moving her tongue all around her opening, getting it in and out of her pussy, sucking and flicking on her clit at the same time.
It wasn’t long until both Rehab and Zimruth could tell Trina was close to climax. They increased their tempo; Rehab nibbled on Trina’s nipples and pinched them hard, while Zimruth plunged her tongue deep inside Trina’s cunt.
With a huge moan, Trina came. She was ashamed and humiliated. How could she be turned on by all the things that were being done on her?
Zimruth and Rehab left the room. Trina was released from the pole but soon her ankles were cuffed, and a chain was attached to it. The chain was locked to the floor, impeding her to escape. Her wrists were cuffed together.
“Well, gentlemen, now begins what you have been expecting all night. Your turn at this slave holes!” announced Ahmed.
The crowd quickly approached the girl and three stepped forward. One of them had already been jerking off himself, and shoved his cum bathed cock in Trina’s mouth. Two more took her cunt and ass. She was fucked on all her holes at the same time. And when one man finished, another took his place. There were a hundred men, and each one of them took at least one turn on her.
Five hours later, all the men were satiated and her ordeal was over. Every inch of her body ached. She could not move at all.
She was dragged back to her cell, where she was left undisturbed for a whole day. She slept the whole 24 hours, exhausted as she was.
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