Chapter 11: Pimp

The next day, Ahmed informed us of the changes he planned to make to our daily routine: “I thought it’s a waste to have the Slut do nothing when she finishes her work. We don’t have the time and stamina to fuck her all day, and we can take advantage of her body and holes. So I have spoken to some contacts and wealthy people, and, from now on, she will have daily visitors to enjoy her body and fuck her for a price. On weekends, she will have the whole day available, so she will be able to attend to more clients.” Although his words were quite clear, I couldn’t quite take it in, and, horrified, I asked him, “Master Ahmed, are you talking about prostituting the Slut and having paying clients visit her to fuck her?” He replied, “Indeed, and you will be available too. Some friends of the Princess, and some men will require your services. And on occasion, someone may hire the services of both at the same time.”

I tried to argue, “But this ... You told us that, in exchange for being your slaves, you would not denounce us, but to turn Aisha into a prostitute...” Ahmed interrupted me, “As long as you are my slaves, you will do whatever I order you to do; and, in any case, she has already been fucked by so many men that a few more won’t make any difference. Besides, they will be more or less regular and powerful clients, not raggedy guys from the street. In addition, as on previous occasions, the Slut will wear a mask because I don’t want them to recognise her when they are not fucking her if they meet her in the street. And I don’t have to explain any more. You will obey everything I say, or you will go to jail and stand trial.”

We were silent, not knowing what to say, and he continued giving instructions: “You will receive the clients upstairs, where we have already had other parties. The clients will contact me and pay me. I will send you a message telling you when to come upstairs. Of course, absolute obedience to what they ask you to do. They are powerful clients, and they can do whatever they want with you. The only limit is permanent damage to you. And make sure they are VERY satisfied and come back again. If they don’t come back, I’ll have to look for customers everywhere, even on the street.” In conclusion, he told us, “In addition, the cameras will be recording everything, which will allow me to control security, enjoy the ‘show’ and additionally, get some extra ‘favours’”.

Ahmed said that, as on previous occasions, he would make sure that everyone was certified STD-free, as he didn’t want it to affect ‘the running of the business’. That night, after we went to bed, we didn’t know what to say. I felt horrible and had no strength to try to cheer Aisha up. Even hugging her, or being hugged by her, was difficult for me at the risk of touching her breasts. I was very sad and depressed. She started stroking my head and trying to cheer me up, “Don’t worry, he’s right, a few more men won’t make a difference, and besides, we can’t help it. I think I have no choice but to do everything I can to bring them back. I don’t even want to think about Ahmed deciding to prostitute me on the street like a two-dollar whore. At least here they will be few, and I’d like to think less rough. We can’t refuse now, after all we’ve endured. It’s better to wait until the end of the year.” I replied, “But I feel useless; I can’t help you or protect you; I can hardly touch you; and we can’t do anything to change the situation.” She said, leaning over me and kissing me on the mouth, “I think there is something we can try to change. Close your eyes.” I closed them, and she took my hand and brought it to her face. She began to give me soft kisses on the tips of each finger, and then she gently stroked my hand across her face, her hair, her shoulders, and her neck. He was guiding my hand along those areas of his body for quite a while. I enjoyed her touch very much, but I was afraid that at any moment my hand would touch her breasts and I would be overcome with rejection, but she didn’t; she didn’t go below her shoulders and neck.

The next day, during work, we received the first message from Ahmed about the clients. Aisha had to go upstairs to the upstairs flat, put on the clothes Ahmed had arranged, and wait for the client. After opening the door, she had to kneel in front of the client with her legs spread, her hands behind her back, and her head lowered. She had to tell him, ‘This slave’s body is available for my Master to enjoy’ and then obey him in everything.

As the message stated, these instructions applied to all future clients. The instructions also detailed where to find various accessories for all kinds of sexual activities, from vibrators to chains to whips. More messages about more customers came in later that day.

When the time came, Aisha went upstairs, and I went to my room, where a new area of the screen showed the rooms upstairs. Ahmed also went to the room to check on the screen to see how everything was going.

Aisha undressed and put on the clothes prepared by Ahmed: an almost transparent white silk skirt, which allowed her legs and sex to be seen, and on top, a short and very small maroon sleeveless waistcoat that, rather than hiding, highlighted and elevated her breasts, barely covering her nipples and areolas. The waistcoat closed at the front with a drawstring that joined two golden buttons on both sides, leaving a large gap in between, revealing the cleavage between both breasts and a large part of them. Completing her costume were gold bracelets around her wrists and ankles. These bracelets were closed and had rings that could be used to restrain her. She wore a black mask that covered her eyes and part of her face. To be prepared, she applied lubricant to her vagina and anus. The doorbell rang, Aisha opened the door, stepped back, and knelt down. A fat, thick-faced man in traditional Arab robes entered and closed the door. Aisha repeated the words Ahmed had said to her: “This slave’s body is available for my Master to enjoy.” He replied, “Since I have paid for it, I intend to enjoy it thoroughly. It seems your Master was not exaggerating about your attractiveness and submissiveness. Strip me.”

She grabbed his hand, led him into the bedroom, and began to undress him. She stripped off his clothes until he was bare-chested. Although he was fat, pot-bellied, and flabby, she began to caress his torso and shoulders and flatter him: “You’re so strong; I like strong men; I can’t wait to feel you on top of me penetrating me. You sure have a big, hard cock.” Then she knelt down in front of him, just undressed him completely, grabbed his cock, which was of normal dimensions, and certainly smaller than many that had already penetrated Aisha, and said, looking him in the eyes from below, “Of course, it’s a huge cock; it will make me feel a lot of pleasure.”

She began to move her hand up and down on his cock, licking it and fiddling with her tongue on the tip. After a while, she opened her mouth, took the tip of his cock in, and with her lips wrapped around his cock, she moved her head down, taking more and more of the erect member until it touched the entrance to her throat. She kept going until she had the whole cock in her mouth and her nose touching his pubis and his thick belly. He gave a moan of pleasure and rested his hands on her head. She continued to pull his cock almost all the way out and put it all the way back in until he started to shudder. He grabbed her head when she had all of his cock in her, and he ejaculated down her throat. She continued for a few seconds with his cock in her mouth before pulling it out and sucking it gently.

He said, “You certainly have a fabulous mouth; I’ve rarely come so fast,” and she, pulling his cock out of her mouth, replied, “I was looking forward to tasting your cum; it’s delicious. Now lie down on the bed so I can continue to make you enjoy my body.” The client lay down on the bed, which she climbed on, and began stroking his whole body, nibbling his nipples, and caressing him all over.

After a while like this, she climbed on top of him, riding on his belly. She opened the waistcoat, grabbed his hands, and brought them to her breasts, saying, “My breasts are longing for strong man hands to knead and caress them. Look how soft they are.” He left his hands on her breasts and began to fondle and grope them, harder and harder. He fiddled with his thumbs on her nipples until they became very hard. Then he began to pinch and twist them between the index finger and thumb of each hand. When it started to hurt too much, she reached forward, gently removed his hands, and brought her breasts to his mouth, saying, “Now you can enjoy their softness with your tongue and lips,” and he quickly began to lick and suck her breasts and nipples.

When she considered that some time had passed and he had an erection again, she moved backwards, positioned herself on top of his cock, sat up slightly, and, with one hand, parted her vaginal lips while the other guided his cock to the entrance of her sex. She slowly descended, taking his cock centimetre by centimetre into her vagina, until she was fully impaled. “What a pleasure! Uumm, I feel so full!” she said to him as she began to move up and down on his cock. She rested her hands on his chest and began to ride him, faster and faster, until he came screaming, “Yes! Yes! God!”. She, taking advantage of his orgasm, pretended to have one too. I had seen her have enough orgasms to know when they were fake. I thought, sadly, that only two of them were caused by me (with my tongue and my hand). I also darkened as it occurred to me that, with this man, I had begun a period as a prostitute, fucking for money, and with a pimp who was Ahmed. She sat up, licked his cock, and then got out of bed. He got up, dressed, and left after saying, “Of course, I’ll be back often”. She went to wash up and sat down to wait for the next customer.

Ahmed, when the client left, commented, “This is going to work very well and make me a lot of money.”

After a short time, the second customer arrived. He was tall and had a muscular air about him, with broad shoulders and strong musculature.

She received him on her knees and with the words Ahmed had ordered, but he did not let her finish. He said sharply, “Undress you, bitch!”

As soon as she did, he stared at her body for a few moments, then grabbed her and pulled her to the nearest wall, made her kneel, pulled out his cock, and roughly shoved it into her mouth. He began to fuck her face violently and deeply. She tried to put her hands on his hips to control the force and depth of his thrusts, but he grabbed her hands with one of his and lifted them until her arms were fully stretched, and with his other hand, he held her head. He continued to thrust hard into her mouth, causing her to choke and gag. She could hear the ‘gluug’, ‘gluug’ every time he pushed his cock all the way in and down her throat. Finally, after a few minutes, he gave a final thrust and ejaculated in her throat. It took forever, and it made me nervous, seeing Aisha pressed up against the wall, her arms raised and pinned, and with a cock deep in her mouth that clearly prevented her from breathing properly. She began to squirm harder and harder until he pulled away and released her. She was finally able to breathe, gasping rapidly.

The client said to her, “You seem to be a well-trained slut who is capable of swallowing my cock whole; let’s see the rest of your holes. Take me to the bedroom, and tell me where there is a chain to tie your hands; I don’t want them to bother me again.”

She went into the bedroom, followed by him. When he saw the tattoo on her ass, he said, “You look like you like getting fucked in the ass; perfect! It’s my favourite way to fuck a slut, so you’re going to get what you’ve been waiting for.” When they got to the room, she pointed to a wardrobe. He took a padlock and a chain and attached, with a padlock, the bracelets on her wrists to her back, leaving one end of the chain attached. He then took the free end of the chain and pulled it towards Aisha’s neck until her hands were between his shoulder blades, and he fastened the chain to the necklace. She was left with her arms fully forced into a reverse prayer position. I could see the look of pain on her face. She began to beg him, “Please, Master, it hurts. I beg you to let go of my hands so I can caress you better.”

He ignored her, took a ball gag, and put it on, silencing her, as he said, “This body is mine for this hour to do with as I wish, and I don’t want you to distract me or interrupt me with your moans or your hands. When I fuck you in the ass, it will hurt more, and I don’t want to hear your screams.”

The guy was clearly a sadist, and I turned to Ahmed with concern, “Please, Master Ahmed, he can hurt her; don’t leave him with her,” but he replied, “As long as he doesn’t hurt her permanently, in his own time he can do whatever he wants. She is a luxury whore, and I charge them expensive rates; in return, they have few limits.” I felt very worried and wished with all my heart that there were no more clients like this.

Meanwhile, the client laid Aisha on the bed on her back and began to roughly caress her all over her body. He ran his hand all over her, especially her breasts, which he squeezed hard until she arched her back in pain and her moans could be heard, even muffled by the gag. He pulled on her nipples, lifting her body and forcing her to arch all over to ease the tension. After a while, he began to suck and bite her breasts, while with his hand, he began to rub her clitoris. He then gradually inserted first one finger and then two into her vagina and began to fuck her quickly and roughly with his hand. As he did so, he said to her, “All you bitches like to be treated rough; it’s in your being; look how wet you are.”

He went on like this for a while until he decided it was time. Then he turned Aisha over, and she lay face down on the bed.

He knelt down behind her, spread her legs, spread her buttocks apart, and put his cock in her anus. He started thrusting very hard without waiting for her sphincter to adjust. She had her face sideways, and I could see how the penetration hurt, even with the lubricant. He continued until he had his whole cock inside her, and then he withdrew it until he left only the glans; then he penetrated her again with more speed and force. He was getting into a rhythm where he was pulling out his cock almost completely to penetrate Aisha’s ass in one thrust and all the way in. Her body was swaying from the hard thrusts she was receiving, and I could hear her moaning.

He continued to fuck her ass for a long time. Gradually, I could see that her pain lessened; probably her sphincter dilated and got used to it, and gradually, the conditioning she had received began to affect her. Her face no longer expressed pain but arousal. His hands, which at one point he had placed on her shoulders, pressing her against the bed, moved under her, grabbing her breasts, which he began to grope.

He quickened his pace even more until, with his cock fully inside her ass, he stood still and began to cum and ejaculate in her bowels. This triggered her orgasm, according to her conditioning. They both lay still, with him lying on top of her, covering her with his body. When he got up, he said to her, “Of course, your tattoo wasn’t lying; you like to get fucked in the ass. Don’t worry, I’ll do it as often as I come, and I have friends who would love to come and do it.”

He removed her gag, grabbed her by the neck, and pulled her down to his cock, saying, “Now clean me with that slutty little mouth of yours.” She tried to resist, but with his strength and bound as she was, she had no choice but to lick and suck his cock, dirty as it was from her anus. He guided her head, moving it up and down on his cock. When his cock was clean, he kept moving Aisha’s head so that he pushed his cock down her throat until her lips were touching his pubis. His erection grew, and finally he cummed again into her throat. When he finished cumming, he let go of her head, saying, “You’re certainly expensive, but you’re a great blowjobber; you’ve obviously had a lot of practice, and your little ass is perfect for fucking. I’m glad your master shares you.”

When he untied Aisha and left, I didn’t know what to do, whether to watch the screens or not. If I watched the screens, I suffered watching what was happening and what was being done to Aisha, and since I couldn’t intervene, watching didn’t seem very useful. If I didn’t watch, I wouldn’t suffer from seeing what was happening, but I was worried that something might happen to her. In the end, I decided that it might be better to watch; even if Ahmed had said that they could do anything, if a client went too far, perhaps I could warn Ahmed to stop it, if only on the grounds that Aisha might be unable to work (either in her job or as a prostitute) for a while if they went too far, and that would cause him to lose money.

The next two clients were like the first, more ‘bearable’. By the time she arrived that evening, she was exhausted, so she ate her dinner with a terrible hunger. An unexpected advantage of the new situation was that Ahmed decided that she had to eat well to do her two jobs, and we no longer ate on the floor in bowls but at the table, with more and better food. When we went to bed, I said to her, “I’m so sorry, Aisha. I love you madly, and it hurts me what they do to you. I guess you don’t even want any man to touch you, so I’d rather not go near you”.

But she replied, “You are the only one I can rely on, so please hold me and kiss me. I need a touch that is not sexual but tender. I don’t kiss those men. My kisses are reserved for my love, you.” I hugged her with all my might; she was on her back on my left, and I held her tightly with my arms around her and my hands on her right shoulder (I kept avoiding her breasts) and kissed her face, her lips, her eyes, and her ears. She looked at me with her sweet eyes and kissed me back. Then, like the night before, she took my hand, tenderly kissed the tip of each finger, and ran it down her body, avoiding her breasts.

The next day, after the first three, which were for Aisha, I was surprised to find that I had a customer. The instructions for me were similar to Aisha’s, except that I had no special clothes; I was to wait naked, with my chastity belt as my only clothing.

When the man arrived, I repeated the expected words, “This slave’s body is available for my Master to enjoy.”

The man, who was thin and must be in his late 60s, walked over to the couch, sat down, and said, “Boy, let’s see you give a blowjob.” I went over to him, knelt down in front of him, opened his pants, and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t erect, and it was easy for me to take it in my mouth. I started to suck him slowly until he was erect. As I did so, I thought that he was the third man, besides Ahmed and Hassan, whose cock I had in my mouth. As he gave me no indication, I kept sucking him. After a while, I noticed how he started to wiggle his hips and tremble. I prepared myself to receive his cum in my mouth, and it didn’t take long for it to come. He spurted out a large quantity, and a very bitter one at that. Before I started to swallow his cum, between the gasps of orgasm, he said, “Don’t swallow it; I want to see it in your mouth.” I had to keep that disgusting liquid in my mouth and wait for him to finish, for his erection to disappear, and for him to pull his cock out of my mouth. Then he said, “Open your mouth to see my cum in it”. I showed it to him, and he allowed me to swallow it. Although it disgusted me, I thought I couldn’t complain. Poor Aisha had been doing it every day for many months.