Show your Lines

“Second installment, dedicated to ria0262. Sorry it took so long. I’m lazy”.

***

Lana stared up at the ceiling through the darkness, wondering what was becoming of her. She was losing more of herself with each encounter she had with Khalid, but she didn’t know how to stop it. His arm tightened around her, as if knowing, even when he was sleeping, when she was having rebellious thoughts.

It seemed like he could read her mind. He knew when she was resisting him, and he knew when she was giving in, without words. He’d invaded her mind along with her body.

She must have used up her well of tears and distress, because she felt very little as these thoughts floated through her mind. Escape had ceased to be a probability, which made it easier for her to think in practical, almost detached terms of what to do. It also helped that she now knew they weren’t going to kill her. Just use her for a sex slave until the Prince tired of her. Lana’s lips twisted in the darkness.

She didn’t have high hopes, but she decided she may as well try escaping.

She made a conscious effort to relax her body; she felt Khalid’s arm loosen. She breathed shallowly but kept her body relaxed as she slithered out from beneath his arm. Finally her feet hit the floor, and she let out a long breath.

Almost immediately, she was was up and dashing toward the phone. She crossed her fingers as she dialed out.

“Allo?” a distinctively Arabic voice answered. The switchboard.

Lana slammed the phone down reflexively.

“Did you really think I would let you have access to a working phone?”

She gritted her teeth as she turned to find Khalid propped up on one elbow, sheet pooled around his waist.

“I figured it was worth a try.”

He grinned. “Let’s see if you still think it was worth it after you have your punishment.”

Her bottom throbbed in protest; she’d never thought spanking could hurt so much. She remained frozen to the spot.

The teasing light began to fade from his eyes. “Come here, Lana.”

“No.” Her eyes widened. Where had that come from? She was supposed to be letting him think she was giving in.

“No?” A feral smile played about his lips as he rose and started toward her.

She quickly abandoned the plan and gave in to panic at the predatory gleam in his eye.

Her eyes flitted from side to side, looking for an escape route, but by the time she moved, he was there. Her back hit the wall and she shivered as his hands planted themselves on either side of her. He leaned in, nuzzling her neck.

“You forget your last lesson so soon?” He drew back, smiling down at her with a cold glint in his eye. “Obviously, we need to make it stick better this time.”

His hand came up and gripped her hair, yanking her head down and forcing her toward the cupboard when he kept all of his sick toys. She wrenched her head up, despite the burning pain in the roots of her hair, to see him pulling out some chain with leather cuffs on the end. He put that coil of chain to the side on a table, then pulled out two smaller coils of chain with cuffs, and dropped them on the floor. He grabbed the first chain and took it with him as he hauled her to the corner. She kicked and screamed, but he just yanked her along until he reached his destination, throwing the chain up to catch it on a big hook in the ceiling, then took the dangling end and hooked it on a waist-level hook in the wall.

Once it was up, you could see that the chain was made up of three parts; one length attaching to each cuff, and one length joining the two together then running down to the waist-level hook. Khalid manacled her as she tried to shove him away, then disappeared behind her. The sound of chain scraping against metal was accompanied by her arms being wrenched higher and higher, until they were pulled high above her head, straining just enough to cause discomfort.

He grabbed the other two chains that he’d dropped before. He clipped them to bolts in the floor that she hadn’t noticed. A leather manacle now secured each of her feet.

“Please…”

He ignored her and strode back to the cupboard. Her eyes widened as he took out what looked to be a leather paddle studded with metal. Next came something that vaguely resembled a jellyfish; it had a black, slightly rounded handle, with long strings of metal beads dangling from it. Dear Lord. He brought out a long, thin switch and placed it beside the other instruments. Her stomach roiled when he took out a ball with a strap on each side and duct tape; she had an ugly feeling she knew was those were for.

He put the duct-tape down on a table near her. He pinched her nose until her mouth opened, then the ball was shoved in. The straps came around the back of her head and were joined with a buckle. Her heart was pounding frenetically already, but when he picked up the duct tape, it started beating so hard it felt like she was having a heart attack. No one would hear her scream, no matter what he did to her.

She cried out behind the gag, but the strangled sounds were muted when he slapped a piece of duct-tape over her mouth.

“I always find the gags allow too much noise. But the gag and a little tape: perfect.”

He turned and brought his instruments over to he table, keeping only the switch and smacking it lightly into his other palm.

His lips brushed her ear as he moved around behind her, and said, “This is going to sting quite badly.”

The switch ripped into the already tender skin of her ass, and she screamed in pain. A muted sound from the back of her throat was all that emerged.

It whistled as it bit into her flesh, over and over, finding new places to land one time, biting into a spot it had just hit another.

Her head felt light from screaming, and tears ran down her face. As she sobbed, her nose had started to run, and it occurred to her that if she didn’t get a hold of herself, her nose would soon be too clogged to breathe through. She tried to take herself out of her body, ignoring the sharp, stinging pain of the switch as it slapped against her buttocks and thighs. Breathing deeply, she managed to bring herself down from hysteria. It was only a little pain. She flinched as a particularly vicious blow stung the back of her thigh.

Suddenly there were no more blows. Her body still tensed, as if thinking he was waiting for her to relax so he could catch her off guard. She felt air flow against her skin as he walked out from behind her; it had to be the merest stirrings of air, but it shocked her stinging skin. She squeezed her eyes shut when she saw him trade the switch for the studded paddle.

She waited, but didn’t sense his presence near her. She opened her eyes to find him at the cupboard pulling out a thin chain with metal clips on the end. Lana watched apprehensively as he strode toward her with a grin splitting his face.

“I suddenly imagined you wearing these while I paddled you,” he said, clipping the clamps to her nipples. Pain exploded in the sensitive nerve endings there.

“Hurts?” he asked softly. Her anguished expression must have been answer enough, because he continued, “You’ll become used to it. Be good, and I will reward your suffering with pleasure.”

She shook her head, but he just smiled and retrieved the leather paddle.

When he came behind her again, he rubbed a hand over her aching behind, kneading the skin with fingers that felt hot as a branding iron. Suddenly, she felt his erection pressing between her legs, sliding along her cleft without penetrating. He was turned on by this, the sick bastard…

“You’re so beautiful like this. I know it hurts, but feel what you do to me…” he whispered, and to her horror, she felt herself moisten, lubricating his sliding cock. She shuddered.

As suddenly as it had been pushed between her legs, his cock was pulled away. Then he was bringing the studded paddle down hard, the little studs digging in like vicious teeth. Her head started feeling light, but for some unknown reason, she struggled not to faint. Some insane part of her refused to slip into oblivion where she could escape Prince Khalid’s sadism. The blows rocked her, delivered each time with brutal force, each one seeming harder than the last.

She broke out into a light sweat as she swayed on her feet. She couldn’t stand anymore.

“Wake up, habibte…” A hand stroked her cheek gently, and she opened her eyes to find Khalid in front of her. His hand trailed down to a clamped nipple, which still throbbed in protest. His other hand came up and he gripped the clamps and twisted. Lana’s knees buckled, and she hung from her suspended arms.

“You’re fine.” He grinned at her, then traded in the paddle for the strange beaded metal thing.

Her legs wobbled, but she managed to support herself as she stared at him in desperate plea, finally realizing what the thing was; the round part was the handle, and the strings of metal beads were the lashes. he was going to whip her with that thing. She shook her head wildly, but he only laughed.

“So dramatic. You’ll be fine.”

Her eyes flitted down and widened at the sight of his erection. It was bloody huge!

He laughed again. “I told you this is what you do to me.”

“More like what being a sick bastard does to you”, Lana thought furiously.

Her fury gave way to fear as he took up his position behind her. She tensed, tears in her eyes as her stinging buttocks awaited this new instrument’s bite.

She jolted as the beads tore into her back instead of her ass. It hurt, but it was also a relief to have pain in a new location.

The strands criss-crossed over her back, coming perilously close to her tailbone, raising the fine hairs on her sweat-soaked skin. Each lash of the beaded flogger left what felt like hundreds of burning imprints in her flesh. Tiny ball-shaped stings all over.

Her body was on fire, her muscles screaming from how tensely she’d been holding herself, her back and bottom burning in pain. It was like she’d run a marathon; her muscles falling into exhaustion and her temperature at boiling point. Wetness dribbled from between her legs down her slick thighs.

When the metal lashes ripped into her ass, she screamed behind her gag, her body arching forward against her restraints.

“Three, for disobeying me,” Khalid said, his breathing slightly accelerated, betraying his excitement.

“One!”

The beads lashed into her, ripping a soundless scream from her throat.

“Two!”

He came from another angle, slicing them into a spot that had already stung badly before. Her sweat poured off her now, but she was trembling from the pain.

“THREE!”

The last lash was colossal, and her head seemed to float from her shoulders as her body sagged. But she was yanked from unconsciousness by the hand that wrapped itself in her hair.

“I drew blood,” he said on a shuddered breath, arousal evident in his voice.

Another hand gripped her hip bruisingly, and then Khalid thrust into her violently from behind. She shuddered around him, tears rolling from her eyes as he furiously whispered in her ear. Her soaked pussy squelched around him and she felt the beginning tremors come on without warning.

The pleasure was as intense as the pain, the juxtaposition intensifying both, and it took her over, ripping an orgasm from her. Her shuddering cunt shoved Khalid over the edge into his own orgasm, and he slammed into Lana frenziedly as his seed erupted inside her.

His arms came around her and she realized he was trembling too. Tears streamed down her face and she couldn’t seem to stop them. Khalid just held her tenderly, whispering to her in his language, comforting words that she had no hope of understanding.

***

“Wake up, ya heluwa,” a voice rumbled against her ear, lips brushing her neck.

Lana groaned and rolled to escape the voice trying to pierce her sleep, and, in doing so, rolled onto her aching flesh. The pain had her wide awake and on her feet in an instant.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” she screeched.

Khalid gave her a dark look. “Don’t use the prophet Isa’s name that way.”

Her eyebrows slammed together. “What?”

“Prophet Isa. Jesus. Don’t speak of him that way. You believe - or at least if you’re Christian, you believe - he’s God; we believe he’s a prophet. Whatever you believe, don’t speak of him that way.”

Lana reared back. In an instant, her eyes were ablaze with fury. Her voice was flinty: “I will blaspheme when and how I choose! You may be able to kidnap me and rape me, but you are not going to talk to me about RELIGION!” she finished on a scream.

“A self-righteous rapist, for Christ’s sake! And you know something else? I never spoke so foully before I met you! Only since I’ve been here am I swearing all the time!” she snapped.

After a moment, a twinge of fear appeared and she rethought the course of getting stroppy with her captor. Possibly not the best course of action…Particularly not when that captor had whipped her to bleeding the night before.

She looked back to him, notching her chin up in spite of her uncertainty. He glared at her for a moment, then his lips twitched. The corners of her lips turned down.

“What?” she demanded.

“I would punish you for that now, but you’re going to be getting all the punishment you can handle later.”

The notch went out of Lana’s chin, but - as much as she wanted to - she wouldn’t let herself stoop to asking what her ‘punishment’ was going to be.

Khalid must have seen the question in her face, for he said, “It’s a surprise.” He glanced at the clock. “We need to get ready.”

Lana bit her tongue to keep from asking, ‘”For what?’” He wouldn’t tell her, and she supposed she didn’t need to know anyway. He would undoubtedly bathe her, tell her what she could or couldn’t wear, then take her where he’d decided they were going; her knowing where that was wouldn’t mean she had a say in it.

And it did progress exactly as she’d predicted. He followed her into the shower despite her surly glares at him, then proceeded to wash her like she was a child incapable of properly cleaning herself. He chose her outfit for her, then instructed her to put on makeup, which he also had strong opinions on, because he sat there observing her, pointing out which colours she should use. She would have snapped at him, but she’d decided not to push her luck any further.

Then he called a driver, and they were off. Almost as soon as they were inside the car, he opened a leatherbound portfolio and became absorbed in it. Lana’s curiosity ate away at her, but she kept silent as they left the tall buildings of Abu Dhabi behind.

She tried to block it out, but her mind relentlessly returned to the events of the night before. He’d beat her. To the point of fainting. And she’d still orgasmed…

She’d had trouble coming with men who worshipped both her and her body – not that there’d been very many men, mind you. She just hadn’t quite been able to give herself up to the moment even when she’d been totally in charge. Yet, last night, she’d been completely helpless and in pain, and he’d still been able to force her to come. Just like he forced her in everything else.

The worst of it was, she didn’t feel as violated as she had the first time. Instead, she just felt confused.

A sight outside the window suddenly caught her attention.

“Camels!” she cried with delight before she could stop herself.

Khalid glanced up, saw the camel farm she was looking at and grinned. “You weren’t expecting camels? In the Middle East?”

She glanced churlishly at him. “Well, no, actually. So many images I’d always had about the Middle East turned out to be wrong, I suppose I was starting to wonder if you even had sand here.”

“Ah. Surprised when you found out we weren’t all Bedouins who wandered around with our many wives, hmm?”

“Well, at least my image of Arabian royalty was on the mark,” she muttered.

He arched an eyebrow. “And what was that?”

“That you’re all morally deficient pigs who think women are possessions.”

To her surprise, he laughed and said teasingly, “Not all. Just me.”

A surprised bubble of laughter nearly escaped her at the unexpected self-deprecation, but she smothered it, pinching her lips together in a tight line. She was not going to banter with her kidnapper.

Time drifted by, and the scenery changed from desert to city, then desert again. Finally, she spied tall buildings and other signs of modernity.

She caught view of a sign. “Sharjah? Isn’t that a whole other Emirate?”

“Yes.”

“What are we doing here?”

“You’ll find out.”

Lana huffed a sigh out her nostrils.

It would have to have been about twenty minutes later that they finally pulled inside the gates of a large house complete with a courtyard with palm trees. The architecture was distinctly Middle Eastern and the tall trees gave it a very private, haven sort of feel.

They pulled inside a garage, and moments later the door was opened by their driver. Lana absently wondered where Raja was, but then chided herself for the stupidity of her thoughts; royals undoubtedly had more than one driver.

“Follow,” Khalid said, without further detail.

Lana’s teeth ground together as she followed, entertaining fantasies about smacking him in the head.

A door opened up into the house from inside the garage, and she followed him inside. He wove around a few hallways until he spotted an Asian woman wearing the Muslim hejab. He spoke to her in Arabic - obviously instructing her to do something, judging by the tone of his voice - then grabbed Lana by the arm and guided her on down another hallway. They went up a flight of stairs and finally arrived at a door, which opened up to a beautiful bedroom.

A canopy bed draped artfully with sheer white fabric stood in the middle of the room. Underneath it was a large, beautifully woven rug. There was a window seat along the wall with a settee angled on each side of it, all upholstered with pale pink and white striped material and covered with matching throw pillows.

An Oriental fan painted with pinks, reds and gold hung on another wall, giving an exotic feel to the room. The exotic feel was enhanced by the dark wood carvings of scantily clad women and men in opulent dress engaged in tantric positions. The room was at once both girly and erotic.

“Whose room is this?” Lana asked, wide-eyed.

Khalid’s hands came up to rest on her shoulders, massaging gently. “This house belongs to the woman who has been my submissive for the last year. She is with the Turkish government in a sort of diplomatic capacity, dealing mostly with the Emirate of Al Sharjah.”

Lana’s eyebrow rose skeptically as she turned to face him. “This woman is a diplomat and she engages in depravity with you? Forgive me if I find that a little hard to believe.”

He cocked his head and stared down at her with amused eyes. “Position has nothing to do with it. Whatever women do by day, they can always be something different by night. You, for instance, are a rich actress who can walk all over men by day. And yet, last night, I chained you, beat you, then fucked you, and you still came.”

Lana’s face burned up at the reminder of her shame.

Her head snapped to the side when she heard the door open. Her mouth unconsciously fell open a little as possibly the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her life walked into the room.

“Merva,” Khalid inclined his head, “meet Lana. Lana, this is Merva.”

Merva’s eyes narrowed on Lana.

Lana couldn’t help but gawk. As an actress, she wasn’t chopped liver, and she’d been around some of the world’s most beautiful people, but this woman was stunning even with her eyes narrowed in what appeared to be instant dislike.

Her hair was black and sleek, twisted back from her face elegantly. Her face was completely bare of makeup, which was actually for the best - makeup would have disguised her natural beauty. Her skin was perfect, her eyes big and gray and fringed with long, thick black lashes, and her lips were full and perfectly shaped. Her patrician nose was straight but slightly rounded at the end, managing to be both aristocratic and cute. Wearing a tailored suit, she was slender, but her curvaceousness was also evident. She was also fairly tall for a Turkish girl at what appeared to be five-foot-eight, and seemed to have both long legs and a long torso. She was absolutely perfect; a freak of nature.

She was also currently hissing at Prince Khalid in Arabic.

One barked word from Khalid shut her up though, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. She started pleading with him, her hysteria evident even without an understanding of the language.

And Khalid stood there totally unmoved by her tears and pleas. He wrapped an arm around her in a comforting gesture, but his face and tone were resolute, clearly not giving Merva whatever she was begging for.

Lana, for her part, was stunned. This beautiful and successful woman was unraveling at Khalid’s feet.

Her tears finally quieted into shuddering breaths, then faded into steady breathing. But when she righted herself and looked at Lana, her face was filled with loathing.

***

Khalid concealed his alarm at Merva’s obvious hatred toward Lana.

No woman was ever happy when he let them go, but Merva’s level of rage would be dangerous for Lana if he didn’t step in. He’d been right to end things with her. Her obsession with him had grown to an unhealthy level, and it was time to cut the ties.

“Merva,” he said sharply, turning her attention back to him, “you know the rules. You will do nothing to damage her permanently. No breaking the skin - and be especially careful with her ass; the skin there will break easily - nothing that could damage internal organs, no defecation, no suffocation.” He frowned at her mutinous glare. “If you can’t handle that, then I’ll break with tradition and just say goodbye.”

Her eyes widened. “No! It’s fine! I’ll be gentle with her.” Her lips curled seductively. “Well, not “too” gentle…”

He nodded, then glanced back at Lana. She stood there watching intently, but unable to know what they were saying. He grinned wickedly. She was not going to be happy when she found out.

“Lana, I know you’re wondering why you’re here.”

Her head seemed to start to nod, then stop as if refusing to admit he was right. So stubborn.

“As I told you, Merva has been my submissive for the last year. She has been wonderful, but, as I told her from the start, I cannot stay with one woman for too long. However, I have a tradition. When I find a new submissive, I take her to see the woman I am leaving for her. Then I give the woman who has served me faithfully the chance to both say goodbye to me, and to punish the woman who has taken my interest, within, of course, the limits of safety. You will be serving Merva today.” He didn’t miss the cruel upward tilt of Merva’s lips.

Lana appeared to be speechless. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with shock. He knew that wouldn’t last long.

He was right.

“Of all the egotistical, pompous-!” she cut off abruptly. He was fairly certain that was more from not having any invectives foul enough to describe him rather than being finished.

“Are you mad? Wait, what am I asking? Of course you’re bloody mad! But you!” she said accusingly, swinging to Merva, “You’re not actually “okay” with this, are you? This man is a bloody lunatic! Tell me you’re not willing to participate in this!”

Merva shrugged one shoulder in a careless gesture. “If I must lose him, then I will say my goodbyes. And I will see if you are capable of replacing me. Which I doubt.” Her eyes glinted with malice.

Lana gaped at her. “This pig is degrading both of us. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Khalid chuckled. She was a very fiery thing, his new sub.

Merva spun back to him. “She doesn’t even want to serve you! She disrespects you!” she said desperately, “I love you! I love serving you! Don’t throw me away for this English bitch!”

Khalid shook his head. “You and I are finished. And she is a more willing submissive than her words imply. She is simply saying the words she thinks she ought to feel. She is a submissive, and she will serve me,” he said firmly. Really, Merva was starting to get annoying.

He turned back to Lana, who was trying to inch her way back to the door. “You will serve Merva, or I will give you to some of the rougher Palace security for a night. I should warn you though, the last sub who forced me to do that said they were animals with her, and I will not be there to make sure you are safe. But, your choice…” he said, in a tone that made it clear there was really no choice at all.

He could see Lana weighing her options in her head. Submit to a woman who obviously violently detested her, or be given to a group of men who would rape her, uncaring of her body’s response. Her resignation was clear on her face.

He smiled. “Merva, do as you like, within the rules.”

Merva grinned maliciously. He had no doubt she was going to give Lana a good working over.

Merva strode over to the beautifully carved chest she kept his supplies in for him. She began withdrawing devices of every conceivable shape and function. She was going to make this last.

She stripped off her suit jacket, then undid the side of her wrap silk shirt. She unzipped her pants and stepped out of those too, turning to him and posing, knowing he couldn’t help but admire her body. Her black lace underwear stood out against her olive skin, and the high cut of her panties served to emphasise the length of her legs. When she undid the front clasp of her bra, spilling her breasts free, he saw Lana swallow.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” he murmured to Lana.

Merva smirked and kicked off her panties. Her pussy had bare lips topped with a neat patch of curls. She began donning a vinyl corset, and Lana and Khalid simply stood and watched. Her breasts were pushed together and up, practically spilling out of the corset by the time it was laced up. Next, she tugged on a short vinyl skirt which barely covered her behind. She shamelessly bent over, displaying her pussy to them as she tugged on first one vinyl boot then the other, zipping them up to her thighs. The pointed toes and spiked heels seemed to compound her overall air of mercilessness.

A pair of elbow length gloves completed the picture. Merva was the picture of an unkind mistress, ready to discipline her little subling and enjoy herself immensely.

“Strip,” she ordered Lana.

Lana’s mouth opened to form a refusal, but she seemed to catch herself and content herself with merely glaring at both of them while she complied.

Khalid’s lips twitched. “I am going to sit. Stay in my view,” he told Merva.

Merva, already lost in mistress mode, merely nodded curtly at him. She stared dispassionately at Lana who was now nude.

Lana’s skin was peach to Merva’s olive. Light pink nipples tipped her perfectly formed breasts, which were neither big nor small. The curve of her hips was perfect as well; neither too wide nor too narrow, but rather a slight flaring from her small waist. Her lips weren’t full like Merva’s nor were her eyes as wide and heavily fringed, but her mouth was sweet, particularly when she smiled, and her eyes were sloe-shaped and had an almost misty quality to them. Where Merva was like a thoroughbred, Lana was an Arabian; delicately built with exquisite curves that begged to be traced.

Khalid shifted to adjust his thickening cock.

“Get on your knees.”

The two women locked in a staring contest, battling in a contest of wills until Lana broke, slipping down to her knees ungraciously. An almost genuine smile touched Merva’s lips for the first time.

***

Lana seethed as she stared up at the bitch in vinyl. She hated this woman more than she’d ever hated anyone in her life. This was unnatural. Having Khalid do this with her was bad enough, but a woman?

“The bitch had better not be thinking I’m going near her minge”, Lana thought to herself. She wasn’t a goddamn lesbian. As she thought that though, the image flickered in her mind of the alternative. Khalid’s particular brand of rape might be somewhat pleasurable, but that was not the norm for rapists. She had no doubt that these men he’d promised to give her to would conform with the usual type; brutal and completely uninterested in making it anything but painful and humiliating for her. One Merva was better than multiple men using her. Her eyes stung as she prayed that this Merva didn’t have any lesbian urges, because she realised she’d do whatever she had to in order to avoid becoming the palace guards’ plaything for the evening.

Merva’s hand came up to her cheek, the vinyl warm and smooth against her skin. The room’s air conditioner blasted frigid air, and Lana’s nipples had already hardened into almost painfully tight little buds and her skin had drawn into gooseflesh. Because of the coldness of her body, the warm hand stroking her face felt almost pleasant.

Without warning, she slapped Lana, snapping her head to the side with the force of the blow. Lana was still reeling when Merva caught her up by the hair and wrenched her head back.

Merva said nothing, simply drilled into Lana with her stare for a stretched out moment. Her eyes were dark and turbulent, and had an almost crazed sheen to them. Lana barely refrained from cringing away.

When Merva finally spoke, her tone was strangely empty, almost as if only a part of her were doing the speaking. The rest of her, Lana decided, was undoubtedly off in space-cadet land. This woman was a complete and total nutjob.

“You know he whipped me once until it felt like my skin would fall off, and I didn’t make a sound. One hundred lashes. I don’t think you could handle that. You are the kind who equates submission with weakness.”

No argument there - she did equate submission with weakness, and she “definitely” couldn’t handle one hundred lashes!

“Lean forward and place your hands on the ground,” Merva said. A corner of her mouth kicked up. “Like a dog.”

Lana bit the insides of her cheeks. The position was degrading enough with a man, but to be ordered into it by this bitch was insufferable. A warning glance from Khalid though reminded her of her other ‘”option”‘. She gritted her teeth and assumed the position.

Her breathing was nervous, like the quivering pants of a racehorse waiting for the gate to fling open. She stared willfully straight ahead, trying to force deep breaths through her nostrils. She would endure this. A fragment of some Buddhist or Taoist saying floated through her head, something about bending to accept a situation rather than break. That’s what she’d do. She’d bend. She would take whatever this psycho had to give her, and she wouldn’t break.

Bit by bit, she forced her muscles to loosen. She focused on breathing and untensing her body, and they gradually became relaxed.

Until the first lash of the many-tongued whip.

It cracked into the flesh of her back, and all the muscles she’d unwound clenched back into knots of tension. Merva wielded the flogger mercilessly, criss-crossing the lashes, ripping the tongues into her sensitive sides and the tender skin along the back of her arms when she vainly tried to protect herself.

It went on and on. Lana praying that each blow would be the last, easing a fraction every time there was a second of relief, only to despair when the lashes came down again. Merva was relentless, and her strokes were efficient, calculated flicks of the arm and wrist designed to inflict maximum pain. With every stroke, Lana felt the pleasure Merva was taking in watching her suffer.

She couldn’t take anymore. Her head was filled with her own cries of agony, and she was just about to get up and walk away. To hell with the both of them. But suddenly, she had an epiphany; that was what Merva was hoping for - no, aiming for: her giving up. Lana breaking and begging for mercy.

“‘Fat bloody chance of that”,’ Lana thought to herself, gritting her teeth as a vicious blow caught an inch of her soft side. She would now rather die than give this bitch the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.

It seemed like hours - although it was probably twenty minutes at most - before Merva finally stilled behind her. Lana tried not to hope, but her back sang with the optimistic belief that there would be no more pain.

The pointed toes of Merva’s vinyl boots appeared in Lana’s line of vision, and she looked up. The slap Merva laid across her face resounded throughout the room. Her vision swam for a moment.

“You don’t look at me unless I give you permission!” Merva screeched. “You are not my equal to look me in the face! You are dirt beneath my feet!”

Lana’s jaw clenched as she struggled to keep her eyes trained on the floor and not to scream back at the bitch. Only the fear of another slap held her tongue.

A vinyl covered toe appeared in front of her.

“Kiss it.”

Lana’s head jerked up, and “Fuck you!” escaped her mouth before she even had time to think about it.

Merva’s slap snapped her head sideways.

“Eyes down!” The boot disappeared, and Lana heard the clicking heels of Merva’s stilettoes behind her.

The smack of a vinyl-covered hand against her still sore ass was explosive pain across her nerve-endings. Lana jerked forward and cried out before she could stop herself. She had no time to recover as the hand came down again and again, each time seeming harder than before. She bit hard into her lower lip, trying to keep from giving Merva the satisfaction of hearing her pain.

With one last smack, Merva halted. She trailed her fingertips over the burning skin of Lana’s behind, the gentle raking feeling both soothing and agonizing.

“Are you ready to be good?” Merva asked silkily.

“Yes!” Where the hell had that come from? But even though a part of her struggled against giving in to Merva, she knew she couldn’t take anymore. She’d just do what the woman wanted, whatever would spare her flaming ass more punishment.

The pointed toe was back.

Lana clenched her eyes, and dove down, kissing it quickly while she tried to blot out all thought.

“More.”

She almost looked up, but caught herself just in time. Her back teeth ground as she went in for another kiss.

“More.”

Christ! Lana planted kisses on all over the skin-warmed vinyl. Tears pricked her eyes, but she forced herself to swallow her pride.

“Lick it. Like it’s a yummy candy.” Merva’s voice was low and seductive, her pleasure at Lana’s humiliation evident.

She almost refused. Her whole body tensed as she battled with herself, whether to give in, or simply get up and walk out, telling Khalid he could give her to anyone he liked. The black-covered foot stared her in the face. And, at that moment, her mind seemed to rise to a higher plane of consciousness. What was pride? She could bend, give Merva her enjoyment, and she would still be herself when it was all over. Her feelings still roiled, but her thoughts became muted.

In the end, it wasn’t even a conscious decision; with no direction from her brain, her tongue snaked out and trailed from the pointy toe of Merva’s boot to her slender ankle. And then she dropped a kiss. Without being asked.

The room was quiet except for the sound of shallow panting. With a start, Lana realized that it was Merva who was panting.

“Kiss higher,” Merva ordered, her voice breathy.

Lana kissed up to her vinyl-encased knee. Her mind was in neutral. She had no thoughts either way about what she was doing, only a mix of feelings that blended together to become indistinguishable from each other.

“Higher!” Merva’s voice was raspy.

It suddenly clicked in: Merva was aroused. She, who was supposedly dirt beneath Merva’s feet, had her panting with desire. A thrill shot through her.

Lana teasingly kissed up to the front of Merva’s thigh, feeling Merva’s breath hitch when her lips finally reached bare skin. But it wasn’t enough. Lana knew where Merva wanted her to kiss, but she continued to coyly press soft kisses well away from that region.

Giving up on subtlety, Merva hooked her knee over Lana’s shoulder. Lana obligingly gave her a soft kiss on her inner thigh, just above the line of her thigh-high boot.

Merva’s hands dove into her hair, and her face was hauled up to Merva’s musky, neatly trimmed patch. Without being told, Lana pressed a kiss to Merva’s mound. Suddenly, the reality of what was happening tried to break through the daze of her mind.

“Lick!” Merva cried, pressing Lana’s face where she wanted it.

She wasn’t a lesbian…but this wouldn’t make her one would it? She had to do it. Merva’s scent teased her nostrils.

Lana groaned. She wanted to do it.

Letting go of her resistance, her tongue slid out to delicately touch Merva’s swollen clit. One of Merva’s hands left her hair to go to her clit, pulling the hood back, making her angry red clit protrude.

“Lick!”

Lana’s tongue started lapping, like a kitten at a dish of cream. Her tongue swiped over the swollen little button over and over, and soon Merva’s moans were filling the room.

Her low, honeyed voice broke, rasping sexily. Everything about the woman was sensual. She was the kind of woman that every girl had hated, been jealous of, but - at least on some subconscious level - been fascinated by. Wanted to touch.

Lana pressed her lips around Merva’s clit, and, without knowing where she got the inspiration from, sucked her clit into her mouth. She accidentally grazed it with her teeth, but, when Merva half-gasped, half-moaned, she did it again. Somewhere along the way, this had ceased to be something she just had to get through.

Hot juices poured from between Merva’s swollen labia now, and she shoved her cunt into Lana’s face while pushing her head forward into it.

“Finger me!” she moaned brokenly.

Lana obliged her, violently shoving two fingers in without preamble. That was all it took; Merva’s hips bucked against Lana’s head, and her head was pulled forward with such strength that her nose buried in Merva’s mound and she couldn’t breathe. She sucked her clit harder, scraping it with her teeth, pulsing her mouth around it. Merva’s head rolled back and she screamed, all her pain and ecstasy going out the sound, loud enough to make the walls tremble.

Her thigh shook against Lana’s head, her entire body shuddering as she came down from her peak. She finally unhooked her leg from Lana’s shoulder, leaving it feeling strangely cold and bereft. Lana just stared up at her. The hate she felt for this woman had been forced down by desire. Everything had. Her own fear of being labeled a lesbian included. Merva smiled, and she thought it must be the same for her.

Merva leaned down and pressed her perfect lips to Lana’s. She kissed her so softly, so sweetly. Her lips tried to cling as Merva lifted away.

The slap was completely unexpected.

“Did you think just because you ate my pussy you can ignore the rule about looking at my face?” she said harshly.

Lana felt an almost childlike state of confusion. She continued to stare, flabbergasted, until Merva’s glare registered and she dropped her eyes obediently.

She was in a dazed state, her thoughts and emotions fogged, but regular, independent Lana tried to break through, screaming that she should not be feeling upset by this switch in this mad woman’s behaviour. But she was. She actually felt sad. And the conflicting feelings just upset her more.

She kept her eyes pinned to the carpet even though her neck ached to turn and see what Merva was doing when she walked away. She heard the sound of something being shaken out, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Merva laying a white sheet down.

“Come, lay down on your back.”

Lana started to get up.

“No! You crawl!”

Where had the soft, sensuous Merva gone? Lana wondered as she crawled over to the sheet. It was a rubber sheet. Like one of the ones you’d put on a baby’s bed, except bigger. Lana puzzled over it, but couldn’t figure out why Merva would want her to lay on one of those. She lay on her back anyway, waiting to follow Merva’s lead. Her eyes caught Merva’s and she hurriedly snapped them shut, fearing another reprisal.

Merva chuckled.

Lana heard rustling, then felt the warmth of a presence near her, just a second before cold metal bit into her nipple. Her eyes flew open and she looked down. Merva was fastening the second clamp to her other nipple. These ones looked different than the ones Khalid had used, and after a moment she found out why.

They looked very intimidating, like cigar clippers. Apparently, that was because they were designed to work like them.

Merva yanked the chain that joined them, and the clamps bit down on Lana’s nipples, the blunted edges squeezing, rather than cutting, until she cried out in pain. She saw Merva’s smile of satisfaction in her peripheral vision.

The next item Merva fetched was a vibrator that looked like it was from outer space. It had pearls inside it and some weird attachment that vaguely resembled the scope of a sniper rifle. Lana’s face got hot with embarrassment and arousal when Merva spread her lips and dipped a finger inside her.

“Very wet,” she murmured, rubbing the pad of her finger against the roof of Lana’s pussy. She removed her finger and, before Lana’s pussy could even clench in protest, shoved in the futuristic vibe.

An elastic harness with button snaps appeared and was soon fastened around Lana’s thighs, holding the vibrator inside her. Merva turned its black handle and Lana’s body jolted.

The vibrator’s attachment was pressed right up against her clit, and it rotated around, brushing against her swollen nub. Her cunt was filled to capacity with the rubbery vibrator, and she discovered what the pearls were for as they rubbed against her sensitised, quivering pussy walls.

She tried to push the vibrator out, but the elastic harness just pulled it back in the second she stopped pushing. The feeling of it sliding back in caused her hips to buck up.

“Does that feel good?” Merva whispered.

Lana wanted to shake her head, but they were beyond lies. She opted for simply not answering instead.

Merva gripped the end of the vibrator and rammed it in. The vibrating clit attachment smashed into her clit, and her cunt felt like it would rip open. “I asked you a question, bitch! Does it feel good?”

Lana chewed her lip, wondering why she was hesitating over such a small thing. “Yes,” she finally admitted.

Merva’s lips curled. “You don’t like admitting that, do you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Lana said truthfully, trying to maintain her focus with Merva lazily thrusting the vibrator in and out. The clit stimulator gently bumped up against her clit with each push.

“Is it because you don’t like me?”

“I don’t know.” Merva jammed the vibrator in again, banging into her clit and cervix. “Partly!”

“And the other part?” Merva asked silkily.

“I’m not a lesbian!” Lana shouted. The thrusting stopped abruptly, and Lana blinked. She’d completely forgotten how great of an issue that had been for her. Funny. It seemed so much less important now.

She’d eaten minge. She had a woman fucking her with a vibrator. Some part of her enjoyed both. Whether it made her a lesbian or not, it was done.

“Neither am I, but I guarantee you, you can never go back from this. As exciting as men like Prince Khalid are, there is something incomparable about being with a woman.” She traced her fingertips along the curve of Lana’s breast. “The beauty of a woman’s body, the intimate knowledge she has of what feels perfect, the softness…some part of you will need a woman again.”

Lana, the moderately conservative Lana of the past, untouched by Khalid and his debauchery, wanted to deny it, but the new Lana, the Lana who’d been forced to face stark reality knew it was true. She could picture herself back in England, clutching a pillow between her legs at night while trying to push away unwanted fantasies of soft female bodies.

The vibrator’s thrusting began again, teasing; enough to arouse but not enough to satisfy. Lana’s hips rose involuntarily, greedily trying to get more.

“You don’t get to come until I tell you to,” Merva warned.

Without further ado, she turned so that she was facing Lana’s toes, then swung her leg over Lana’s head so she was sitting astride her face. When Lana immediately moved to give her pleasure, undoubtedly hoping to get some in return, she yanked on the chain linking the nipple clamps. Her pussy spasmed at her subjugate’s yelp of pain.

“You wait for instructions,” she admonished, hauling on the chain. “I tell you what to do. You don’t just do whatever you feel like.”

“Sorry!” Lana said on a gasp as Merva thrust the vibrator in.

Beneath Merva’s straddling thighs, Lana was losing her mind. The aroma of drenched pussy was strong in her nostrils, the vibrator had her stuffed and was teasing both her clit and her g-spot, even the nipple clamps were starting to feel gratifying. She was on sensory overload.

Merva’s fattened clit brushed over her nose and lips before rubbing back and forth, teasing her, taunting her for an eternity. Her hand slid down Lana’s stomach, which sucked in automatically on a hopeful breath. But she simply spanked her mound and chuckled huskily at her.

“Do you want to eat my pussy again?”

Lana nodded fervently, “Yes!”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Can I lick you again?” Lana gasped pleadingly as Merva toyed with her breasts.

“Not nice enough. I think I want you to beg me now.” She paused, pretending to mull it over. “Yes, you’ll have to beg me.”

Without hesitation, Lana started pleading, “Please let me eat you again. I’ll make it even better than last time.” She gasped as Merva gave another tug on her nipple clamps. “Please!”

“Alright. Eat.” Merva tilted so that her hole was directly over Lana’s mouth.

Lana dove in, running her tongue back and forth and all around Merva’s cunt. Merva’s juices poured onto her tongue now, and she went straight to the source, shoveling her tongue inside her and lapping up juice by the tongueful. Merva’s lips were swollen to the point of hardness, and they clasped tightly around Lana’s tongue as she thrust in to the spasming channel.

The whole while, Merva pushed the vibrator slowly in and out, uncaring of Lana’s frustration.

With the possibility in mind that Merva just wanted to come first before she’d let her, Lana felt for the walnut-like surface of Merva’s g-spot, then began dragging her tongue along it. She went faster and faster, and Merva’s hips were soon gyrating over her face, her moans increasing in volume. Her voice broke on a moan and her pussy clamped down on Lana’s tongue as she came, shuddering with the intensity of it.

The after-shudders stopped, and Merva lifted slightly off her face.

“Do you want to come now?”

“Yes!”

” Yes, what?”

“Yes, please! Please!” Lana sobbed mindlessly.

“Are you ready for whatever I give you, as long as you get to come?”

Lana wailed her assent.

Fluid started trickling over her lips, bitter-tasting and hot. What started as a drip soon turned into a flood, but Lana was too lost in the increasing pace of the thrusting vibrator to care, even when she realised it was urine. The back of her mind registered her disgust, but the rest was too preoccupied with hurtling toward her orgasm.

“Open your mouth!”

When Lana hesitated, the rythm of the vibrator immediately faltered. She hurriedly complied.

“Come!” Merva shouted.

A torrent of fluid rained into her mouth just as she came, swallowing and gasping and nearly crying from the force of it.

Merva slowly turned off the vibrator and undid the straps. She released Lana’s nipples from the clamps and watched the blood flood them again.

Lana sat up, her chin, neck and chest wet with urine, eyes wide and legs shaking, and Merva saw what Khalid had been talking about. Sadness washed over her. She kissed Lana on the forehead, wordlessly giving her blessing.

She then turned to Khalid with acceptance weighing on her.

“One last time?” she asked.

“Most definitely,” he murmured, hot eyes raking over her.

He was in front of her instantly, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him, clinging lips-to-lips and trying to savour her goodbye. She slid down and let her swollen folds wrap around him, sliding along his length teasingly.

He lifted aside the sheer draping of her bed and tossed her down roughly. When he came down, hard and ready after watching her length performance with Lana, she scooted away, taunting him. He simply grabbed her by the ankle and hauled her back, thrusting into her before she had a chance to resist.

Her breasts heaved against the corset, jiggling back and forth as Khalid fucked her. He reached up and hauled down her corset, managing to dislodge it enough to free her breasts. He leaned down to taste them, sucking and biting them roughly, showing just how aroused he was.

Although she’d just come twice, she came again. When Khalid tossed her legs up over his shoulders a few minutes later, turning his head to bite her ankle, she came a fourth time. Finally, he allowed himself to cum.

His fingers bit into her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and - while she was still riding the high of her orgasm - he erupted inside her. An animalistic growl tore from his throat and he pounded into her until she’d milked him for every last drop.

***

In the car, Lana struggled with her feelings about everything that had occurred back at Merva’s house.

She’d had a lesbian encounter, she’d been urinated on, but most disturbing of all was her reaction to Khalid fucking Merva. She’d felt…perturbed by it. Somehow, she’d been jealous of both of them at the same time. She’d been upset to see Merva crying out for someone else so soon after she’d just been moaning her head off for her, and she’d been even more upset to watch Khalid slamming into Merva with as much enthusiasm as he’d had with her in any of their encounters.

It was too confusing. She hated them, and yet she’d come for both of them. She’d been forced into all this, and yet when it was happening she’d start to do things of her own free will.

She stared out the window, lost in thought.

“Are you okay, habibi?” Khalid asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

She nodded, continuing to stare aimlessly out the window.

A strong arm wrapped around her, tugging her over to him. She tensed, waiting for him to force more of his unique brand of pleasurable pain and humiliation on her, but he simply tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder and held her.

His hand stroked up and down her back soothingly until she fell asleep. Nothing resolved, only more barriers broken down.