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Billie's Story Pt 1
The other man looks Billie up and down, critically. Billie blushes as he openly assesses her nude body.
“She smells like an alley cat. Get her washed and properly dressed and bring her back to me.”
Billie could not believe how her life had suddenly changed. She had been kidnapped, taken to that horrible warehouse, stripped in front of more than a dozen men and gang-raped, along with two other girls. She had been a virgin, but no more. Then she had been given an injection which made her fall asleep and she had awoken here, wherever “here” was. It was a hot climate, and she feared she had been transported abroad.
Wherever it was, her prospects were not looking good.
Billie was washed in a luxurious bathing pool with and treated soaps and scents to die for. She gathered that the two girls cleaning her were part of the Prince’s harem.
“We exist to serve the Prince, but he is a generous man and he also lets some of his men use us,” the one girl told her. “He owns us, so that is his right. He owns you as well, now.”
“Nobody can own another person!” Billie exclaimed, but her voice sounded hollow and lacked conviction.
“Don’t argue with them,” the other girl told her. “Above all, do not disobey.”
“Just do everything you are told and life won’t be too bad,” the first girl said. “If you disobey, it will be the whip.”
Billie was a sheltered girl who had no experience of chastisement. “T-the whip?” she asked.
The other girl nodded. “Very bad. But if you obey, you only get minor punishments for not being good enough or small errors.”
“Minor punishments? Billie exclaimed, horrified.
The other girl nodded, pulled herself out of the pool and bent over. Billie’s jaw dropped in shock at the wicked weals on the poor girl’s bottom. She counted half a dozen.
“The bamboo cane,” the girl said calmly. “Six strokes. It stings like wasps.”
”Wh-what was it for?” was all Billie could ask.
“I was required to suck my attendant’s cock. I was insufficiently attentive and pleasing. I will do better next time.”
“Oh my God,” Billie said. During the warehouse gang-rape, she had seen both Linda and Karen being made to suck cocks. It looked disgusting. One had been pushed into her mouth, but its owner abandoned that when he saw she had no idea how to pleasure it. The taste had been disgusting.
She was trapped in an awful nightmare!
The outfit they had given her exposed her breasts and made her feel very vulnerable, and the cloth over her privates was tiny and didn't cover much. The perfume she now wore was divine, but she was worried about why she was scented like that. Her feet were bare, and they had cut her hair to make it more tidy.
"Listen to me carefully, girl,” the man said in a harsh, heavily accented voice. “You have been bought by Prince Abdul al-Arim for his personal use. You now only exist to provide pleasure for him. Serve him well, and you will be fine. Refuse to obey, or serve poorly, and you will feel the kiss of my whip, this is the rope whip, there are others much worse than this one.."
Billie fought back tears. This would be like the warehouse all over again, maybe worse in some ways. She looked fearfully at the whip and decided she had no choice but to do what they said.
“I will now take you to the Prince,” the man said. He uncoiled the whip at his hip and cracked it once in the air. Billie flinched: the sound was awful. She decided there and then that she would do anything, whatever was asked of her, however bad, to avoid him using it on her.
Billie's Story Pt 1 And the story continues from... [Fixer] Tonight's Entertainment Pt1(J) The End.
The man behind Billie speaks. “The new girl for the prince has arrived, sir.” Tonight's Entertainment Pt1(J) The End.The other man looks Billie up and down, critically. Billie blushes as he openly assesses her nude body.
“She smells like an alley cat. Get her washed and properly dressed and bring her back to me.”
Billie could not believe how her life had suddenly changed. She had been kidnapped, taken to that horrible warehouse, stripped in front of more than a dozen men and gang-raped, along with two other girls. She had been a virgin, but no more. Then she had been given an injection which made her fall asleep and she had awoken here, wherever “here” was. It was a hot climate, and she feared she had been transported abroad.
Wherever it was, her prospects were not looking good.
“We exist to serve the Prince, but he is a generous man and he also lets some of his men use us,” the one girl told her. “He owns us, so that is his right. He owns you as well, now.”
“Nobody can own another person!” Billie exclaimed, but her voice sounded hollow and lacked conviction.
“Don’t argue with them,” the other girl told her. “Above all, do not disobey.”
“Just do everything you are told and life won’t be too bad,” the first girl said. “If you disobey, it will be the whip.”
Billie was a sheltered girl who had no experience of chastisement. “T-the whip?” she asked.
The other girl nodded. “Very bad. But if you obey, you only get minor punishments for not being good enough or small errors.”
The other girl nodded, pulled herself out of the pool and bent over. Billie’s jaw dropped in shock at the wicked weals on the poor girl’s bottom. She counted half a dozen.
“The bamboo cane,” the girl said calmly. “Six strokes. It stings like wasps.”
”Wh-what was it for?” was all Billie could ask.
“I was required to suck my attendant’s cock. I was insufficiently attentive and pleasing. I will do better next time.”
“Oh my God,” Billie said. During the warehouse gang-rape, she had seen both Linda and Karen being made to suck cocks. It looked disgusting. One had been pushed into her mouth, but its owner abandoned that when he saw she had no idea how to pleasure it. The taste had been disgusting.
She was trapped in an awful nightmare!
"Listen to me carefully, girl,” the man said in a harsh, heavily accented voice. “You have been bought by Prince Abdul al-Arim for his personal use. You now only exist to provide pleasure for him. Serve him well, and you will be fine. Refuse to obey, or serve poorly, and you will feel the kiss of my whip, this is the rope whip, there are others much worse than this one.."
Billie fought back tears. This would be like the warehouse all over again, maybe worse in some ways. She looked fearfully at the whip and decided she had no choice but to do what they said.
“I will now take you to the Prince,” the man said. He uncoiled the whip at his hip and cracked it once in the air. Billie flinched: the sound was awful. She decided there and then that she would do anything, whatever was asked of her, however bad, to avoid him using it on her.
