Barb felt terrible all day. Her imagination ran wild regarding what Omar was going to do to poor Shamsa. Worst-case scenarios kept coming to her mind. Death, dismemberment, whipping, you name it, she envisioned it. The day dragged on and on. Barb kept apologizing to Shamsa but Shamsa told Barb it was her own fault and she would suffer the consequences willingly. She did not appear to be overly concerned. Maybe she had seen the master punish a disobedient servant before and it left no lasting scars. Other than the anxiety of what was to come, everything went along just like the other days. Barb picked at her dinner as the day finally came to a close. It would not be long before the master's punishment would be meted out.
When the time came, Barb and Shamsa were taken to Barb's room. Once there they found Omar, his two bodyguards, and the three servant girls waiting for them. Omar motioned for Shamsa and Barb to come over to the bed and began to speak. "Shamsa, since you were so willing to help relieve our guest sexually, you will be made to relieve each one of us." Like the parent who catches their child smoking and forces them to smoke the whole pack, it was a classic case of the punishment fitting the crime.
The bodyguards removed Shamsa's clothes and assisted her onto the bed. Once there they applied the same restraints Barb would wear each night. Omar directed the servants and bodyguards to remove their clothes and situated everyone. He had one servant girl sit on Shamsa'a face and the bodyguards each moved beside her outstretched hands. One servant sucked Omar's growing rod as the third servant girl got Shamsa "ready" for Omar by burying her face in Shamsa's pussy. Shamsa took the bodyguards' dicks in her hands and stroked them to erection. There was just enough play in the restraints for Shamsa to work the shafts of the bodyguards' cocks. They began to thrust their hard memebers into her fists as she jerked them.
Shamsa could see none of what was going on because her view was blocked by the servant girl she was being forced to give head to.
All the while Barb was sitting in a chair near the bed, watching what was happening and feeling sorry for Shamsa. "That poor girl," thought Barb in the beginning. As she watched she began to wonder why Shamsa wasn't putting up much of a fight. Maybe she was resigned to her fate, but Barb felt she would struggle a bit if their places were switched. But as things progressed Barb Barb began to get aroused by what she was seeing. Once Omar thought Shamsa was "ready" he ordered the servant who was eating Shamsa's pussy away from her spot. He moved in and guided his cock down to Shamsa's wet hole. He rubbed the huge head of his dick up and down Shamsa's slit and began pushing inside her. He drove inside her repeatedly, picking up pace with each thrust.
Barb began shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she watched the action unfold. She found herself wishing it was her that was being, "punished." As she watched Omar's cock disappear into Shamsa she imagined herself taking his monster cock while she ate that beautiful servant's pussy. And oh, those bodyguards. Her hands wrapped around those hulking men's throbbing dicks. Barb was so busy working on the fantasy in her head she almost wasn't paying attention to what was happening on the bed. The servant girl Shamsa was eating out came with quiet whimpers as she rode Shamsa's mouth.
