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Ch 10
“I’m afraid it’s time for your piercings.”
“Why should you be?” Lila asked tartly, “I’m the one getting them.”
“The Sheik will be here to watch. I can’t do anything to make it better; I’m sorry.”
“I wouldn’t let you anyway,” Colette concluded.
Colette set up the brazier with the iron rods that would be used to cauterize her piercings. She also set up the piercing clamp. It was a punch borer, much like the device leather smiths use to punch holes in pieces of leather, only it was sharper, larger, and meant for softer, more pliable tissues.
Manu called up the Sheik to let him know they awaited his pleasure. He soon arrived accompanied by his apparent favorite slave Aisha. It wasn’t clear that she appreciated that honor was Lila’s thought on seeing her. The curvaceous girl always seemed to be on the verge of panic when the fat man was around; that was, of course, hardly surprising.
Aisha and Lila pushed one of the easy chairs into the dungeon area so Al-Mansour could remain comfortably seated while watching the events. In the center of the dungeon there sat a simple and ingenious device. It consisted of a wood backboard, rectangular at the top that tapered at the bottom that sat at a slant on the floor; it was held in place by a wide beam. Lila knelt in front of it so that her back rested on the board and the narrow bottom part fit nicely between her legs. A notch, carved at the top, for her neck, allowed her to recline her head back on the device. On the sides of the device two metal manacles immobilized her wrists and, higher up, two leather straps did the same for her arms. Her ankles were attached to the beam by another set of straps. Despite knowing what atrocities were to follow, Lila docilely knelt by the device and let Aisha attach her arms and legs to the instrument.
When Manu asked her to, she reclined her head back into the wooden notch and calmly watched as he fixed her head in place with a tight leather strap across her forehead.
“The rings we are going to use is much larger than the rings usually used on slave girls,” Manu’s voice was even, didactic, “also we do not have time for the usual healing time, so we shall cauterize the holes with these little red hot iron rods.”
Lila tried to concentrate on her breathing, forcing herself to take even, deep breaths, although she felt panic churning in her stomach. She feared losing control, even though, now, tied as she was, it would not make a difference. Still, she retained a measure of pride and, for her it meant not losing it.
“We shall start with her nose,” He placed two bungee equipped hooks at her nostrils pulling her nares open.
Manu took the punch borer and placed both ends of it inside defenseless Lila’s nose. The tips of the instrument sought, not the little space between the cartilage and the tip, where it wouldn’t fit anyway, but the solid cartilage of the septum. Lila closed her eyes.
The sickening crunch of the punch cutting through her nose hit her, a fraction of a second before the pain bore into her eyeballs. She screamed, fighting her straps, as the taste of her blood dripped into her mouth. Between screams she swallowed her own blood. Of course, the worst was yet to come.
In a rapid motion, Manu removed the punch borer from her nose and deftly inserted the red hot iron rod he held in a pair of fine tip pliers into the bloody hole he had created. She felt as if half of her face was burned off. Her deafening shrieks lasted a long time, even after Manu had removed the rod from her scorched nasal passage and replaced it by a heavy copper ring, a little larger than a quarter in diameter and about half a centimeter in thickness. Her shrieks became cries, which then became whimpers; finally, when only tears remained, Manu released her head strap and she was able to raise her head.
The heavy copper ring, hanging from her nose, brought a different sort of sharp pain every time it moved. The pain, intense, seemed to drive a nail directly into her brain. She struggled to contain her tears. She knew the next two rings would go on her breasts, right through the areola, behind her sensitive nipples.
“Release her,” said the sheik, “I want to use her mouth.”
Aisha released her straps and helped her to her feet. Lila knelt in front of Al-Mansour and, hiding her reluctance, dived under his robe to find his erect penis. Never very clean, the sheik enjoyed receiving oral sex from his slaves finding their disgust and humiliation stimulating.
Lila set upon her master’s erect, dick. She licked his length and caressed his balls with her hands, she took his length in her mouth, which wasn’t difficult due to his small size, and sucked vigorously. She wondered at his trust in her; she could emasculate him with a single bite; what more could he do to her? But she knew that Manu would be the recipient of the sheik’s ire, so she concentrated on pleasing the obese man, her head bobbing up and down on his cock until she felt his balls retract and two or three drops of his acrid spunk spurt in her mouth. After she convinced herself he was properly spent, she licked him clean and withdrew.
“Very good,” the sheik said, “Let’s continue then.”
Lila stood in the middle of the room, paralyzed.
“OK Lila,” Manu said. “Kneel at the device.”
“Nooo!” she screamed.
Something snapped inside her; the control she had maintained for so long broke. Her eyes darted to one side and the other, she saw Manu, standing by the device, watching her, Aisha’s eyes full of fear, and Al-Mansour sitting down, an evil leer in his face.
She ran. She dashed towards the door of the dungeon, opened it, finding it unlocked and ran, nude, into the living room and up the stairs. Aisha and Manu ran in pursuit. Lila dashed up the stairs and out into the garden. She did not look around but headed straight out towards the wall; she had no plan, no idea, just fear eating her soul, panic giving her wings. She ran straight into one of the guards who was as surprised to be charged by a nude girl with a thick nose ring as she was to crash into him.
In a second Aisha and Manu were by her, holding her arms, taking her back. After her outburst Lila recovered rapidly. Crying she said:
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Aisha remained silent but Manu tried to comfort her, “It’s all right.”
They returned her to the dungeon. She let herself be led, still crying, back to the chamber. Once she arrived she bowed to the sheik.
“I am sorry for my outburst. It shall not happen again.”
She knelt in position on the device and closed her eyes. Aisha and Manu reattached her as she was before except that, this time, they did not strap her head in.
Manu clamped the first nipple with a surgical clamp and pulled it tight. Lila screamed loudly. He then applied the punch borer to the areola, just where it joined the lighter skin of the nipple.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s all right,” she said; then she screamed.
She screamed even louder when the red hot rod followed the borer. Manu left it in place as they repeated the process on her other tit. Her screams just merged into one another until the rods were removed and the rings (these ones larger than the nose one) were placed.
By the time she calmed down and stopped crying, the sheik and Aisha had left the dungeon and only Manu stood by her kneeling form, offering her a glass of watered wine which she accepted and drank greedily.
“I’m sorry I disappointed you,” she said.
“You did nothing of the sort,” he answered, “I am glad to see that you are human. I am sorry you didn’t make it.”
He started to release her straps.
“You aren’t going to set me free?” she asked, “I might try to escape again during the night.”
“If you do,” he said sadly, “you know where the burka, the clothes and the car keys are.”
Her arms embraced his neck, a whimper when her breast rings bounced on his chest, “I wouldn’t get very far.”
He shook his head.
She followed him to his bed, for the last time.
He made love to her, tenderly, sweetly. She responded to him with all the love she could muster, receiving his seed in her mouth first, then in her love tunnel. If she could not climax with him, she did not mind anyway. She just wanted to see his pleasure once more. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Twice during the night she woke, and twice, her lips sought his member, her mouth his essence to drink.
Tomorrow would be a long day.
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