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Naima might, in another life, have gone to university and become a teacher, or a doctor, or something of that sort. Born the younger daughter of a concubine of a minor merchant in Kobekistan, it was inevitable that she would end up in slavery. She was relatively lucky, because she was never put up for auction, and never actually raped. She had been given by her father to a supplier of building materials as a sweetener to the deal when he wanted to build an extension to his house. At the ripe old age of eighteen she left the harem in which she had been born for the first time, and was conveyed in a closed van, wearing purdah to her new master's house.
Usman Abu al-Abbas, her new owner had, of course, never seen her and was curious what he had accepted as part of a complicated process of haggling. When she arrived he sat in his harem as she was brought to him, still in the abaya in which she had been swathed for the journey. As it was lifted off he Usman saw with some satisfaction that he had received a well set-up, plump, and quite pretty olive-skinned Arab woman with flashing, intelligent eyes. Her breasts were pleasantly full and had not yet started to sag, though he guessed that they would within a couple of years, or at her first pregnancy. The nipples were not prominent and the areolae seemed quite small and not much darker than the surrounding flesh. That would also change with pregnancy. Her mound was a delight to see, well fleshed and wide split, with the labia hanging clear of the thighs. This one would be comfortable to mount and would get pregnant easily.
He noted that the deal had been observed to the letter; the woman had been given to him, but nothing else. She was not wearing any cosmetics, let alone slippers or adornment; even her hair hung loose, almost to her waist. As he had her turn slowly round he remarked to his Chief Eunuch that she would need a full set of clothes, make-up, and so forth, and that she had better be bathed shaved and beaten before she came to his bed that night. He also asked the creature to check her virginity. Assuming that she was as uneducated as most concubines, he made these remarks in English so that the new arrival would be kept as ignorant as possible in her first nervous few hours. He was surprised when she vigorously asserted her virginity to him in the same language.
"Where did you learn English?" he asked.
"My father had an English concubine, Master," she replied.
"Hmmph," was the only reply and she was left to the tender mercies of the Chief Eunuch.
After being bathed, shaved and kitted out in appropriate harem dress, she was taken to what was obviously a punishment room and told to remove the clothing she had been given. This consisted of a short denim skirt, rather like those worn at the height of the mini-skirt fashion, about twelve inches from waist to hem. This was held up by a pair of denim bib braces which buttoned on at the front and rear, with the bib scarcely concealing anything of her ample breasts. Altogether the impression was of a sexy female plumber from a western porno film, which was exactly where the idea had originated. Usman had amended the outfit, however, by disposing of the lace-edged thong that the porno star had worn. This, he felt, improved the accessibility of his women's orifices for when he wanted them, though he had to admit that the thong hadn't seemed to slow the porno studs down at all.
Then she was shackled across a whipping bench of a design she had never seen before, which held her horizontal, but with her hands stretched out above her head, and the Chief Eunuch set about welcoming her to the harem of Usman Abu al-Abbas.
SPLATT!
Naima knew better than to cry out at the first few blows, which were being delivered with what appeared to be a large old soft leather slipper. It hurt, but not especially so, and her left arse cheek turned a darker shade of olive as the blood rushed in to the offended area.
SPLATT!
The other cheek was colouring up to match its neighbour as the first slight moan was forced from her lips.
SPLATT!
She started to sob a little now as the pain of the third blow was superimposed on that of the first.
SPLATT!
The fourth arrived exactly over the site of the second did elicit a tiny scream from her.
SPLAT!
This time she screamed in earnest, because the blow had fallen most unexpectedly on the side of one breast. This, she realised, was why the bench was so oddly constructed. Her breasts hung below her chest and were vulnerable to any under-arm blow and such blows, she now knew, could be very effective. Naima's vision even clouded a little at this stroke, as the pain seemed to mushroom out from her breast into the whole of her upper body. She had been spanked and whipped before, as anyone living in a harem would have been, but her breasts had never been the target of anything serious.
SPLAT!
For a moment she could not see anything as the pain closed all her mind off for several seconds. As she recovered her wits she could hear a woman babbling pleas for release, and it was only after some seconds that she realised that the voice was her own.
Whether the Chief Eunuch took pity on her, or whether he had intended only six strokes originally she never knew, but she was lifted from the frame and sent back for another bath. The water was appreciably hotter than usual and the skin which was already stinging from the spanking hurt abominably again. The eunuch attending the bath also took delight in scrubbing her arse with a stiffish bath brush, adding to her discomfort.
Later that evening, fully recovered from her chastisement and bathed, oiled and perfumed, she was led in her denim bib and skirt into the great man's bedroom. There she had been instructed to stand on a small dais, feet eighteen inches apart, hands on her head, and to wait for her Master's orders.
Some minutes after she had done this, just as her arms were beginning to feel the effort of standing in that position Usman Abu al-Abbas came into the room, naked. She was not much impressed by his physique when compared with the pictures of her father similarly attired which were in the harem of her childhood. Naturally she had never seen a naked man, or even a photograph of one, and her father's portraits had been painted by an artist who knew that clients liked to be flattered. Usman was a square built, short, bald, corpulent man who was sweating profusely. Hanging between his legs was a smallish piece of gristle which did not impress her at all. She was not to know the degree of exaggeration in her father's portraits. Actually, Usman had a thicker than usual prick, though it was not very long. Certainly it had been well used and had proved very effective in the past. Later in her life she would have much more to judge by, but for the moment it did not frighten her.
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