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Middle-Eastern Kink 3

Chapter 14 -- Farm

Part 1

Amina, Laila, and Sulaiman embarked on their journey to Khadija's secluded farm in the north of Qatar. It was early in the afternoon, and they had a long drive ahead of them. The trio climbed into Laila's luxurious black Range Rover, a powerful vehicle that exuded elegance and refinement. They appeared to be a typical group of conservative women, dressed in latex abayas, niqabs, gloves, and head covers.

However, their modest outerwear concealed daring, provocative outfits. Laila wore a figure-hugging black latex catsuit, its sheen accentuating her every curve. A blood-red corset wrapped around her waist, drawing attention to her hourglass figure. Amina donned a deep purple latex hobble skirt that tightly clung to her voluptuous lower body. She paired it with a matching high-neck blouse that struggled to contain her generous bust.

Sulaiman was encased in a skintight latex bodysuit, his limbs bound in a complex and inescapable manner. His arms were trapped behind him in a single-sleeve armbinder that pulled his shoulders back, forcing his chest out. His legs were similarly constrained in a hobble, and a strict posture collar encircled his neck, ensuring his head remained held high. Connected to the collar, a leash dangled from Laila's hand, a constant reminder of his submission. Additionally, a series of small, strategically placed weights and clamps were attached to his body, ensuring that he was acutely aware of every bump and turn in the road.

Under his niqab, Sulaiman's face was covered by a one-of-a-kind breathing mask that enclosed his mouth and nose. This airtight mask featured an integrated inflatable gag. When the mask was fastened securely, the gag swelled up, filling Sulaiman's mouth and causing his cheeks to visibly bulge, leaving him unable to speak.

Connected to the mask was a lengthy, flexible tube that served as Sulaiman's source of air. The tube meandered around the car and finally slipped beneath Amina's skirt. Settled between Amina's plump, perspiring thighs, right against her engorged, wet pussy, the open end of the hose captured the heady scents of Amina's sex and aged perspiration.

For the duration of the trip, Sulaiman had no choice but to inhale the potent fragrances, amplifying his humiliation and arousal. The odors he inhaled caused him to feel light headed and left him in an almost drugged state for the entirety of the drive.

Laila's makeup was daring and bold, with smoky eyes framed by thick black liner and sultry red lips that matched her corset. Amina's makeup was equally captivating, with dark, smoky eyes and a deep purple lipstick that echoed her outfit. Amina wore long, black leather gloves that reached past her elbows, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Her feet were encased in black leather thigh-high boots with stiletto heels, making her legs look even more enticing.

The drive was filled with stimulating conversation and playful banter. Laila, her leather driving gloves gripping the steering wheel, turned to Amina with a sly grin. "I'm so excited about this weekend. Khadija's farm is the perfect place to explore our desires, don't you think?"

Amina nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Absolutely, Laila. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. I've heard that Khadija has some incredible surprises in store for us."

As the hours passed, they discussed various topics, from fashion and beauty to their shared love of power and control. Sulaiman listened intently, his restraints reminding him of his place in their world.

Laila adjusted her gloves and glanced at Sulaiman through the rearview mirror. "Sulaiman, how do you feel about our little adventure? Are you nervous?"

Sulaiman swallowed hard, the posture collar restricting his movement. He mumbled something unintelligible through his gag, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Amina leaned towards Sulaiman, her voice dripping with mischief. "Well, you better be ready, because this weekend will be like nothing you've ever experienced before."

During their drive, they passed other vehicles on the road, and at one point, a car with a group of young men pulled up alongside them. The men stared at Sulaiman, mistaking him for a girl due to his concealed appearance. They whispered

among themselves, wondering why "she" seemed so stiff and strained, the subtle look of distress in her beautiful eyes piquing their curiosity. Little did they know the true nature of Sulaiman's predicament.

Amina and Laila couldn't resist. "Why don't we stop the car and offer our pretty 'girl' to those guys?" Laila suggested with a devilish grin.

"Yeah, they seem quite interested. I'm sure they'd love to have some fun with 'her'," Amina chimed in, amusement dancing in her eyes.

The mere thought of being offered to the group of men played heavily on Sulaiman's insecurities, and he felt a rush of fear. However, despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a certain arousal at the humiliation of the situation. Amina noticed the change in him, as his arousal became evident through the thin layer of his catsuit.

"Oh, look at that," Amina teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Our little 'girl' seems to be getting excited at the thought of being offered up to those men."

Sulaiman's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, the numerous bondage elements making his arousal even more acute with every bump on the road. The teasing from Amina and Laila, combined with his elaborate bondage setup, only intensified his experience, making the trip even more intense than he could have ever imagined.

Ignoring the men's attention, Laila, Amina, and Sulaiman continued their conversation. Amina asked Laila about her experiences with pony play, eager to learn more.

"Well, Amina, it's a truly unique experience," Laila explained. "The thrill of training and riding a human pony is unlike anything else. The level of trust and connection between the rider and pony is extraordinary."

Amina's eyes gleamed with interest. "I can't wait to try it myself. I've been dreaming of this for so long."

As the sun began to set, they finally arrived at Khadija's sprawling farm. They drove through fields of lush crops, the estate's grand mansion eventually coming into view, surrounded by a thick forest of trees. The impressive garden in front of the mansion boasted a riot of colors, and the stables and riding area behind the house beckoned invitingly.

As they pulled up to the mansion, they saw Fatima, the tall and intimidating black woman, standing next to her submissive girl, Nora. The size and age difference between them was striking, making Nora appear even more delicate and vulnerable.

The group exchanged greetings, their excitement palpable as they prepared to embark on an unforgettable weekend full of exploration and indulgence at Khadija's farm.

Part 2

Part 2: Arrival at the Farm (Revised)

As Laila steered the luxurious SUV toward the hidden entrance of Khadija's farm, the atmosphere inside the vehicle brimmed with anticipation. Towering trees lined the driveway, acting as sentinels guarding the mysteries of the estate. The trio was met with a vast landscape of verdant fields and crops, while the impressive mansion stood proudly in the distance. A stunning garden adorned the front of the mansion, and the horse riding area and stables behind it hinted at the thrilling activities that awaited their arrival.

When they reached their destination, Laila brought the car to a halt near the entrance. Amina then unbuckled Sulaiman's seatbelt, and he was helped out of the car, his legs quivering from the long journey. The three friends made their way to the front door, where Khadija welcomed them with a broad smile and eager eyes.

They were greeted by Khadija, who was dressed in a form-fitting latex equestrian outfit that perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure. The outfit consisted of a tailored jacket with lapels that hugged her ample chest, a high-waisted pencil skirt that showed off her hourglass shape, and knee-high latex riding boots that displayed her powerful legs. Khadija also wore a pair of matching latex gloves that reached her elbows, adding an extra layer of dominance to her appearance. Her makeup was meticulously applied, with dark smokey eyes and bold red lips that emphasized her commanding presence.

Beside Khadija stood Reem, her submissive girl, dressed as a pony in black latex. She wore shoulder-length gloves and thigh-high stockings, along with tip-toe boots shaped like hooves. Her arms were folded behind her and secured in an upper body harness. A posture collar encircled her neck, making it appear elegantly long and keeping her head high and immobile. A head harness held horse blinders in place, limiting her vision to only what was directly in front of her. A bit gag was firmly lodged between her white teeth.

Her ponytail flowed beautifully from an anal plug held securely inside her by a harness that encircled her waist and had straps running between her legs, without obstructing her private parts. Atop her head harness, long horse ears were attached, and a thick bouquet of colorful feathers sprouted from the center-top, giving her the appearance of a show horse. Clamps with attached spherical bells were attached to her pierced nipples, chiming every time she moved.

To enhance her submission, Reem wore a chastity belt with internal probes. The chastity belt was fastened over the harness that secured the anal plug, completing her pony-play ensemble. This combination of attire elements ensured Reem's physical and visual submission to her Mistress, heightening her vulnerability and obedience.

Beside Khadija stood Fatima, the formidable black woman who exuded an aura of dominance and control. Dressed in a floor-length black leather gown featuring a high collar and a daring thigh-high slit, she was a captivating sight. Nora, her submissive, stood meekly beside her, sporting shiny black latex gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a choker adorned with a silver ring.

"Welcome!" Khadija exclaimed warmly, taking in the sight of the trio's latex outfits now revealed without their conservative coverings. "I'm so thrilled you could join us!"

"Thank you for the invitation, Khadija," Laila responded, her eyes shining with excitement. "Your farm is truly more remarkable than we imagined."

Upon entering the mansion, they were ushered into a spacious lounge area filled with palpable excitement. Sulaiman, still bound and gagged, was positioned at the center of the room, his heart racing in his chest. Meanwhile, Amina and Laila reveled in the electrifying atmosphere, eagerly surveying the opulent surroundings and the impressive attire of their fellow guests.

"Now that you've arrived," Khadija said with a mischievous grin, "let me unveil some of the surprises I've prepared for you all."

Guiding them through a pair of double doors, they entered a grand chamber filled with an assortment of bondage and pony-play equipment, as well as seductive outfits. Sulaiman's eyes widened as he observed the vast collection of devices, his excitement and anxiety escalating.

As the guests explored the room, Khadija demonstrated a complex suspension rig, eliciting gasps and enthusiastic murmurs from the women. Sulaiman, watching from his position, could only imagine the sensations and experiences that awaited him.

Amina, Laila, and the other women exchanged glances, their excitement growing as they contemplated the endless possibilities. Each woman could see the promise of a weekend filled with intense experiences and unforgettable moments as they delved into the depths of their desires and explored the boundaries of their fantasies. The stage was set for an extraordinary adventure.

While Amina and Laila took Isabelle and Reem to explore the stables and equestrian area, Sulaiman found himself alone with Fatima and Khadija. They exchanged wicked grins, their eyes taking in every detail of his vulnerable state. Sulaiman felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized he was now at the mercy of these two sadistic women.

"Let's take our little plaything to a more suitable location, shall we?" Khadija suggested, her voice dripping with malice.

Fatima nodded in agreement, her powerful frame intimidating Sulaiman as she towered over him. They led him through the opulent halls of the mansion until they reached a heavy, unassuming door. As Khadija unlocked it, Sulaiman was shocked to discover a fully-equipped dungeon hidden within the luxurious home.

The dungeon was dimly lit, the walls lined with all manner of restraints, whips, and other implements of torment. An array of chains and cuffs dangled from the ceiling, and various pieces of bondage furniture were scattered throughout the room.

Khadija and Fatima exchanged sinister glances as they began to secure Sulaiman to a St. Andrew's cross in the center of the room. His heart raced with a mix of fear and arousal as he felt the cold metal cuffs encircle his wrists and ankles, rendering him completely immobile.

"Isn't it delightful to have such a helpless plaything at our disposal?" Khadija whispered, her eyes never leaving Sulaiman's.

"Indeed," Fatima agreed, flexing her gloved fingers in anticipation. "I think we're going to have some fun with this one."

Sulaiman couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement, despite his fear. As the two women selected their tools of torment from the dungeon walls, Sulaiman braced himself for the twisted games that Fatima and Khadija had in store for him.

Khadija and Fatima began their sadistic indulgence. They took turns circling him, their eyes scrutinizing every detail of his restrained form, delighting in his vulnerability. The women's arousal grew with each moment, their excitement palpable as they reveled in their power over him.

Khadija approached Sulaiman first, her fingers trailing over his latex-covered skin. She whispered softly in his ear, her breath hot on his neck, "You're completely at our mercy, my dear. You're going to learn just how much we enjoy playing with our toys." Khadija's heart raced with anticipation, her own arousal intensifying as she saw the fear in Sulaiman's eyes.

Fatima, meanwhile, selected a flogger from the assortment of implements adorning the dungeon walls. She cracked it against her palm, the sound echoing through the chamber and making Sulaiman's heart race in anticipation. Fatima felt her excitement building as she wielded the flogger, the thrill of dominating Sulaiman fueling her desire.

Just before Fatima began using the flogger, Khadija reached inside Fatima's catsuit, her hand emerging covered in the slick, viscous fluid produced by the black woman's arousal. With a wicked grin, Khadija approached the bound boy on the cross and, as she drew close, she said, "You should know how much we're enjoying this, my dear."

She proceeded to smear the slick substance over Sulaiman's nose, ensuring that he couldn't escape the intoxicating scent. Sliding a coated finger into each of his nostrils, she made sure that he was acutely aware of the heady aroma and the excitement coursing through their veins at the thought of playing with him.

"Now, breathe in deep and savor the scent of our desire, pet," she commanded, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. Sulaiman had no choice but to obey, his senses overwhelmed by the powerful fragrance of the women's arousal as they prepared to indulge in their wicked games.

Fatima approached Sulaiman from behind, running the tails of the flogger lightly over his back. "Take a deep breath" she said, just before delivering the first stinging blow.

Sulaiman gasped as the pain blossomed across his back, followed quickly by a strange, exhilarating warmth. Khadija laughed, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight as she watched her counterpart wield the flogger with expert precision.

As Fatima continued her relentless assault on Sulaiman's back, Khadija retrieved a wicked-looking set of clover clamps from a nearby table. Sulaiman's eyes widened in terror as she approached, brandishing the clamps menacingly.

"Let's see how sensitive you really are, my pet," she cooed, attaching the clamps to Sulaiman's most delicate areas. His body tensed as the sharp, biting pain set in, and he couldn't hold back a whimper. The sight of his reaction only served to heighten Khadija's arousal, driving her to tease and torment him further.

During the intervals between the flogger's lashes, Fatima and Khadija granted Sulaiman a brief reprieve. However, in these moments, Khadija took hold of the breathing hose attached to his mask and pressed its open end against her latex-encased chest, temporarily depriving him of oxygen. Each time she permitted him to breathe once more, the flogging would recommence, establishing a captivating pattern of suffering and relief.

Sulaiman's mind grew increasingly hazy, consumed by the fusion of agony and delight. The very act of inhaling started to become linked with the exquisite torment inflicted by the two women. The unyielding progression of anguish, denial, and respite forced him deeper into a state of powerless surrender, his senses entirely captivated by the women's cruel indulgence.

The women took turns touching themselves, their fingers exploring their own bodies as they continued to work in tandem, pushing Sulaiman's limits and reveling in the intensity of his reactions. Their moans filled the dungeon, mingling with Sulaiman's cries of pain and pleasure.

As the hours passed, Sulaiman's body was covered in marks and welts, evidence of the twisted games the women played. Despite the pain, a part of him was undeniably captivated by the experience, as he was forced to confront his darkest desires under the watchful eyes of Khadija and Fatima.

Their laughter echoed through the dungeon, a testament to their sadistic indulgence, the depths of their depravity, and the heights of their arousal.

Part 4

Fatima and Khadija freed Sulaiman from the cross and dressed him in a canine-inspired rubber suit. With padded knees and mitts for comfortable mobility on all fours, a tail plug, and a rubber mask resembling a dog's head, Sulaiman was fully transformed. The mask included a gag that was carefully molded to fit around his teeth. Once they secured a collar around his neck, Fatima easily hoisted his lithe body onto her shoulder. The two women, accompanied by their new canine companion, went to find Amina and Laila.

They stumbled upon Amina and Reem in the equestrian area, but Laila and Nora were absent. Amina held a dressage whip, using it to prompt Reem to prance while gripping her reins, attached to her bit gag. Reem's young frame displayed the red marks and welts left by the whip. Every so often, Amina pulled Reem's ponytail firmly with her gloved hand, causing the girl to moan from the mix of discomfort and delight.

When asked about Laila and Nora, Amina informed them that the duo had headed towards the woods but didn't know their exact spot. Fatima set Sulaiman on the ground, fastened a leash to his collar, and followed Khadija into the trees.

They came across Laila beneath a towering tree, with Nora's delicate body suspended from a branch by an elaborate rope system. Still wearing her gloves and stockings, Nora was gagged and blindfolded, hanging face up. Her legs and arms were tied and folded, with her wrists joined behind her head. A rope encircled her waist, supporting her suspended position and emphasizing the curve of her back. The display was a breathtaking fusion of youthful vulnerability and creative artistry.

Nora's flawless skin showcased the red lines and welts of her treatment. Laila stood between her spread legs, gripping a fierce whip in one hand. After acknowledging Fatima and Khadija's arrival, Laila refocused her attention on Nora. Using her other hand, Laila precisely struck the sensitive area between Nora's legs.