Jill still tethered to the headboard, the pain in her arse only slowly receding, contemplated her future. The prince, she immediately corrected her thoughts, deciding that despite the fact she was going to be regularly used by him she was not going to prostrate herself to him. Hamad the bastard rapist, said he was going to retain her services for some years, with no passport or anything to prove her identity, even if she escaped this household, she would almost be certainly picked up by the authorities and returned to Hamad. Moreover, as it looked as if Sir James had engineered most of this, all for a lousy trade research project, the Embassy was simply likely to view her as relatively cheap collateral damage, and not worth jeopardising diplomatic relations over, she thought. Just going to have to whore it out, she mused, until and if some opportunity arose or Hamad tired of her.
The two maids interrupted her thoughts, as they cut her bounds, they released her wrists laughing at the rope burns she had sustained in her struggles to resist.
"Plenty fuck-fuck," one of them giggled.
She now noticed that these were different maids, probably Thai or Malay but again very beautiful. Hamad obviously carefully selected the mares for his stable, and strangely she enjoyed the implicit compliment Hamad was making by selecting her. If she was going to whore, at least she now knew she was a highly valued one. The maids led her into what could only be described as a sumptuous washroom, almost a hammam, with a large sunken bath in the centre of the tiled floor. Jill was led into the water but kept standing as she was bathed Indonesian style with water poured from large jugs over her body. Her body was completely soaped, her breasts, her cunt and her anus were all thoroughly cleansed. She was then led out of the bath and laid out on a marble bench.
The maid then proceeded to remove all the body hair from below her neck with wax. The maids seemed to take particular enjoyment from tearing off the strips, in contrast to Jill who winced as each strip was removed. She screamed as the pubic hair surrounding her cunt was removed, both maids giggling maliciously as they viciously ripped off the last strips. She was then led back to the bath, but this time the two maids removed their smart but utilitarian uniforms and joined her naked in the pool. The first maid stroked her cheek, then kissed her on the lips, her tongue prising them apart, searching deep in her mouth. The second maid knelt in the water, pulling Jill's thighs apart kissing the entrance to her twat. Jill in her self-preservation mode parted her legs wider and responded with her tongue to the one in her mouth. All three slunk into the water.
The two maids continued to explore the body. The one who had been mouthing her pussy, now moved three fingers into it, flexing them gently whilst her thumb pressed on her clit. The other concentrated on Jill's rack, which floated slightly above the water level, allowing her to tease the nipples, holding them in her teeth pulled back to elongate both the nipples and then the breasts themselves, alternating between each globe. The culmination of the bathing, the massaging of her entire body, the waxing and this renewed attention to breasts and cunt ensured Jill was close to orgasm which was finally triggered when a finger entered her anus.
Jill sighed in satisfaction, and the two maids exchanged comments, in a language she couldn't understand, and again laughed at each other. Indeed, throughout the bathing they been chattering together, seemingly about different aspects of her body. They took Jill out of the pool and towelled her down. Then sitting her down at what she realised was a hairdressing station, one proceeded to wash her hair, as the other worked on her toe and finger nails, painting them a vivid red. Once her long blonder hair had been washed, dried and combed, they worked to accentuate the beauty of her face. A delicate blue eye shadow enhancing her blue eyes, her high cheek bones benefiting from a light brushing of bronzer and blusher, finished off with a lipstick matching the red of the nails. Looking at the mirror Jill had to admit, they had done a spectacular job on her.
She was then led back to the marble bench and laid out on it again. Perplexed she wondered what was to happen next. Her confusion was added to when the two women held her down by her arms, as she heard the approach of footsteps, they turned out to belong to a rather small Arab-looking man. He talked to the two maids asking a question in the language she had yet to guess, both women replied and seemed to nod in agreement, without speaking to Jill he simply grasped one of her breasts and fumbled with the nipple, without further prompting he speared the nipple straight through, Jill tried to resist and attempted to rise up, only to be held down. The man then threaded a small nipple bar through the hole, mopping the droplets of blood that emerged. He then repeated the action on the other breast, Jill was tearing up at the severe pain, and didn't really notice she was being turned on her side, facing away from the man. The two maids firmly held either end of her body, with the one at her head inserting a leather strap between her teeth, instructing her too bite. Thinking it was to assuage the throbbing pain in her nipple, she complied.
Jill rapidly discovered an excruciating pain in her left buttock as the Arab applied a red-hot brand to the exposed buttock. She smelt her own flesh burning as the iron was pushed hard into her flesh, giving she later found to be a tulip-shaped brand. She bit hard into the strap, the pain being so sudden and severe that she couldn't even cry. The man simply packed up his equipment, bidding the maids goodbye, and left as quickly as he arrived. Her piercing and branding had all been completed in a matter of minutes. Still struggling with various centres of pain and shock in her body, she was led back to the dressing station, and although it was more than uncomfortable sitting, sat down while her make up was re-touched.
Then she was dressed in a diaphanous silk abaya, sparsely decorated with different coloured outlines of Tulips. A gold anklet chain with an Arabic inscription was locked around, her left ankle, and gold earrings with turquoise drops were threaded through her er piercings, luckily, she'd had that done years ago.
She stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, the abaya did little to protect any modesty she may have had left, and as she considered her image began realising, she looked like some exotic harem slave, an expensive possession to provide pleasure. The nipple bars proudly poking through the near transparent silk. She groaned at the context and prayed she could find an escape.
"His Excellency is ready for you now," she was informed by a new Maid, who she detected has an Australian accent. She was dressed in similar blue uniform of the other maids, but each had been expertly cut to accentuate the different body shapes, emphasising their sexuality. Jill speculated if she would even be dressed similarly or whether all the maids had to perform as she was expecting to be used.
"I will show you to your room later, but the prince wants to see you now, firstly to check his instructions for your body have been followed correctly, and secondly he has guests this evening and will clarify what services you are to provide. As you are now a servant, you will no longer sit in the presence of the prince or his guests. You either stand or knell, whichever he prefers. Now follow me."
Jill silently cursed Sir James, his wife and Hamad, for trading her in this way, as she walked through the penthouse, she realised the abaya has three long slits at the front and sides. Each slit rising to her waist, exposing her legs to above her thighs, although given its transparency it made little difference to her exposure,
She followed the Australian into what was a dining room, with various components for breakfast arranged on a sideboard. The prince rose up from his seat at the end of the table to review his latest possession. Jill stood still at the edge of the tale, as Hamad walked around her commenting about her to the maid. He opened the neck of the abaya looked at the pierced breasts, reaching in to feel the nipple bars.
"Another very good, job. The look excellent on her, but think I would like a chain attached in a few days once she gets used to wearing them."
"Yes sir, I think so as well, I will send your compliments to the jeweller. I will order a gold chain immediately."
He opened the front slit of the abaya, and trailed two fingers along her slit. The maid ordered Jill to spread her legs wider and once she did, Hamad pushed the fingers inside her.
"Very smooth, I don't know if I want the clit pierced?"
While Jill inwardly felt repulsed by the examination, she was fearful on what further damage Hamad might inflict on her.
