The Houris Part III

[Kate]

The eunuchs came in carrying the chains. They nodded at the girls, who began to strip without a word. When they finished undressing, the eunuchs chained them hand and foot with the golden chains. When they finished, they placed collars around their necks, each chained to the other, Fahzi the very last. Then they left the room, the eunuchs leading them.

They were led to a set of double door that were opened by fierce-looking guards, and the girls entered a chamber. At a word from the eunuchs the girls prostrated themselves in front of a man who reclined on a silk-covered couch. A cruel looking man with black hair and a mustache that drooped past the corners of his mouth. He was not so old, in his early to mid thirties, slender of build, and his oiled muscles showed that he took pride in how he looked, and had no intention of ever going to fat. Under normal circumstances Fahzi might have thought him handsome, but the expression on his face destroyed any such illusions.

At a nod from him, the eunuchs prodded the girls, and they rose to kneel on the floor. Fahzi was fearful of what she was about to witness, for there before her was a girl stretched out on a wooden frame, the look on her face showing pain and fear.

It was as the Salome had described. The girl was straddled over a carved bench, her arms and legs strapped down. She was shaking visibly, and she seemed to be sliding back and forth on something. The man on the couch seemed amused by it and was laughing as the girl cried in agony.

“Let me up, please, it hurts,” she was sobbing, tears running down her face. But the man only laughed.

“It hurts, Medea?” he said, “and it hasn’t even started yet!” He shook his head, “Well, I promise you it will hurt much more before it’s done.”

Fahzi looked in pity at the spectacle before her. She wanted to cry out, but a look from Salome stopped her, and she bit her lip to silence her cries. The girl on the scaffold was so frightened, and the man who was reclining again on the couch was taking cruel pleasure from it.

He gestured to a eunuch who was holding a wicked-looking leather strap. The eunuch then brought it down on the girl’s quivering bullocks. The girl screamed as he began beating her cruelly, working his way up her back, down her legs, the strap leaving red marks all over her helpless body. And at each blow the girl wiggled on the phallus and it was clear she was in agony both from the strapping, and the pain and stimulation that the phallus was causing.

The man drank in the scene, smiling at every blow. The red marks on the girl, the bruises they were starting to leave, seemed to give him pleasure because he had taken his erect penis out of his trousers and was fondling, stroking, and massaging it. He was looking at the girls now, and suddenly his eyes came to rest on Fahzi, and she read the look in his eyes. Fear made her want to burst into tears, but she dare not, and she knew it. She knelt there willing herself to be still, to make no noise, to not cry out and beg that the girl be released.

At last the beating stopped at a word from the master. A bucket of water was poured over the girl, and she cried out as it hit her wounds. She was not released though, she lay there with her head propped up—deprived of being able to drop her head and collapse from the pain, and still impaled on the phallus. An unguent was being rubbed into her wounds and she was covered with linen gauze. Fahzi breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the girl had survived.

Suddenly the man pointed at her, and the eunuch came over and removed the collar from her neck. She knew that he had chosen her for his amusements as the other girls were led from the room. The eunuchs took hold of her shackles and Fahzi was slowly pulled towards the couch where her master awaited her.

[Kimmy]

Oh my God...that poor girl. I hope he isn't too hard on her, but then, as she is a virgin, I'm sure it will be a horrible first time.

You write very well Kate.

Kimmy