Chapter 38

After months of captivity and training at the Complex, time was running out for the seven girls purchased by the Crown Prince of Azmaria. As a sort of “graduation,” Pembroke had arranged a performance by the seven, designed to showcase their obedience and sexual skills developed during their time in the Complex.

Pembroke was nervous. This was not only to illustrate the girls’ obedience and talents learned at the Complex but also to impress the girls still left behind, setting a standard to be feared, reached for, and matched.

The girls had been drilled for countless hours, fueled by a potent cocktail of fear and punishment. Pembroke wouldn’t settle for anything less than flawless; this performance had to be exemplary.

The eleven spectator girls, freed from their cells for the event, were positioned in front of the cell wall, lined up in a row. They knelt in the nadu position, maintaining perfect posture with their backs straight, shoulders back, heads held high, breasts thrust forward, bellies in, and legs wide apart. They were expected to sustain this stance for the entire performance.

In stark contrast, across the hall and on the other side of the main event, sat the men in comfortable lounges, observing both the performance and the disciplined kneeling girls.

One man not watching was Konrad. He was keen to be the main star of the event, while the other men observed with a mix of humor and incredulity, finding it strange that their eccentric companion was so willing to perform with the girls in front of them.

The center of the hall held just a bed with a bare sheet and mattress, stark and empty. The spectator girls watched in strict attention, maintaining their disciplined nadu posture.

In a corner of the hall, the seven girls were gathered with Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Al-Haraz. They were dressed in various costumes, marking a rare occasion where any of them were allowed to have any attire on them.

A hush descended, and the performance began. Camille was the first to make an entrance from the corner. Wearing a scandalously high-cut leotard, she somersaulted and vaulted into the center, dancing daintily around the bed. With a graceful spin, she announced, “Master, I am yours. My body, my will, and my soul are devoted to your pleasure and command. I exist to serve and obey.” She stated this while holding a poised arabesque, her elegance, and balance underscoring her submission.

The next girl was Charlotte, who ran on holding a tennis racket and bouncing a ball with the racket against the ground as she ran. She had her blond hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a tennis cap, a small sleeveless white vest without a bra, a tiny frilly tennis skirt with a flap at the side showing off the white panties underneath, white socks, and white trainers. She circled the bed, ran her hand across Camille’s torso suggestively, then took her place next to her and said, “Master, I too will serve you with my body and soul. I exist to serve and obey.”

Following this was Anna, who ran on in her ski suit and trainers and performed a dance. Though not as dramatic as Camille’s, it was expressive and captivating. Her ski suit was very thin, revealing her lack of undergarments; it was white, with her nipples visible through the fabric and the material hugging the crack of her bottom. She declared, “Master, I too will serve you. I will obey and perform any task you ask of me!” She stood with her legs apart, hands behind her head, and licked her lips as she looked at the men.

Elena ran on as soon as Anna stopped moving. She wore a short, tight white cropped blouse with a deep neckline and puffed sleeves made of sheer fabric, and a short flared skirt with layers of ruffles, stopping well above the knee, that had a slit on the side showing all of her thigh up to her hip. She spun around and danced in a circle around the bed in her bare feet, putting her hands on her hips and kicking her legs high in the air, revealing the bright red panties she was wearing. She stopped after slapping Anna on her ski suit-clad bottom, stood, and bowed to the men, proclaiming, “I am your slave, Master, yours forever. I will obey and exist only for you!”

Pembroke held his breath as Dilan entered next. She was adorned in a tantalizing belly dance costume, with only a sheer thong beneath veils that hinted at her midriff and bare breasts. A delicate veil covered her face, and a headdress crowned her head. Moving with graceful fluidity, she undulated her belly, rippled her stomach, and swayed her hips, her bare feet gliding across the floor. Her arms were raised, her movements mesmerizing, as she chanted sensually in Arabic. Holding an evocative pose, she wailed, “My Master! Only you command me. I have no existence outside of your desire!”

Pembroke smiled and relaxed, the most difficult girl had done well! Now, for the Swedish sisters!

Freja and Ingrid entered together, their coordinated movements capturing everyone’s attention. Both wore schoolgirl outfits. Their white, short-sleeved blouses fitted snugly around their torsos, tied just above the belly button to reveal their toned midriffs. The top buttons were left open, showing off their cleavage, their nipples showing through the material, aided by icecubes having been rubbed on them just before they went on.

Each sister’s pleated plaid skirt was short and flirty, swishing just below her hips and emphasizing her long, shapely legs. The skirt had a playful slit on one side, and as each sister moved, the fabric occasionally lifted to reveal glimpses of their white panties. The movement of their skirts also revealed the edge of their thigh-high stockings. The stockings were pristine white, held up by delicate garter straps. Completing their legwear were classic black Mary Jane shoes with a modest heel, clicking softly with each step they took.

Their blonde hair was styled in two high pigtails, tied with bright red ribbons that bounced with every movement, enhancing their playful and youthful appearance.

The sisters danced around the bed in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized as they twirled and posed provocatively. Freja ran her hands sensually down her body, her eyes locking with the men watching, while Ingrid spun around, her skirt lifting just enough to reveal the cute underwear beneath.

Together, they ended their performance with a dramatic flourish, standing side by side with their legs apart, hands on their hips, and their chins held high. In unison, they proclaimed, “Master, we are yours to command. Our bodies and souls are devoted to your pleasure and will.”

The girls then all chanted in unison. “Master, please let us serve you.”

It was this which prompted Konrad to come on stage, grinning, and completely naked.

The spectator girls kept their gazes rigid. Among them, Afshan watched her tormentor from last night, now happy and naked, lounging on the bed like a king, while she tended to her bruises and bite marks.

On the sidelines, Mrs. Al-Haraz and Mrs. Parker observed intently, like parents and coaches eager for their girls to succeed.

One by one, the girls stripped off. Anna and Camille were fully naked having worn no underwear under their costumes. Dilan was down to just a black satin thong, Elena to her red panties, Charlotte to her white panties, and the Swedish girls were in their short school ties, white thongs, and white stockings.

Freja and Ingrid began kissing passionately, while Camille squatted over Konrad’s face and he eagerly began eating her. She arched her back and moaned, her red hair cascading back down her hair, shaking as her body vibrated gently.

Anna and Dilan dropped to their knees, ostentatiously moving their tongues all over his giant feet as they began sucking and licking. With their free hands, they stroked each other’s backs, rubbing their breasts and sliding their hands over their ass cracks while keeping their mouths on his feet.

Charlotte began masturbating in her panties, tweaking her nipples. She then bent over and started sucking on Konrad’s huge erect cock, making sultry eye contact with each of the men.

Elena moved in front of Camille and kissed her as she gyrated on top of Konrad’s face. Camille responded by clutching Elena’s face and sliding her hand inside Elena’s red panties to finger the Russian girl.

Minutes passed, filled only with the sound of sighs and the noises of sucking and licking.