Chapter 7: Obedience is not enough

Our first morning after sleeping together, Aisha woke up five minutes before eight, took her contraceptive, and went to wake up Ahmed with the usual blowjob. I was very sorry to no longer feel her by my side, especially considering what she had to do.

I saw on the monitor how she climbed to the bed, took his cock with her hand, and began licking until it was hard. When he had an erection, she took his cock and gradually inserted it all the way into her mouth. until her nose was touching his pubis. Then she began bobbing up and down over the length of his shaft. After a while, he began to push her head further and further down until he finally stood still, and he clearly started sending blasts of cum to her throat and directly to her stomach.

She sucked his cock a little longer, and then she went to Hassan’s room, where she repeated her ‘morning duties’.

After breakfast, Aisha went to the office, and I worked from home.

When she returned, they took off her chastity belt and fucked her in the living room, as they do most days. However, we were happy because we could sleep together.

After dinner, Ahmed put on her chastity belt, and we went to the mattress in the playroom. There, we were able to discuss the day’s events in peace and quiet, kiss, and caress each other. Despite the abnormality of the situation, this change gave us some sense of ‘normality’.

We fell asleep thinking about resting all night long; however, I was awakened by movement and sounds next to me.

I looked at Aisha and saw that she was face down on the bed, and on top of her was Ahmed; she still had the chastity belt, and he was fucking her ass. She was moaning, gasping, and emitting guttural sounds: “Urg ... ohh.urg ... ahh...” while he was pounding roughly on her ass. He had grabbed her breasts and was kneading them while he was sliding his cock in and out of her anus.

I had never been so close to her while she was being fucked. I grabbed her hand to convey my support.

He finished soon, stood up, said in the dark, “If the mountain won’t come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain,” and returned to his bedroom.

When he left, I hugged Aisha, and we continued sleeping.

The following days were similar, with the occasional sporadic visit from Ahmed or Hassan on a particular night, until the following Wednesday morning, when Ahmed told us: “I need to travel for some weeks; I must help some colleagues in the north of the country; Hassan will remain in charge. You must serve and obey him in everything.”

He took his suitcase and left.

I went to the office, and when I came back, Aisha was bent over the sofa backrest, and Hassan was fucking her. He was pounding her and saying, “Came on! Move the ass!”. When he ended, he withdrew from her pussy and went to his room with a not very satisfied look on his face.

The next day, when I came back, he was sitting on the couch, and she was kneeling on the floor, sucking him. Suddenly, he exploded: “Obedience is not enough! My brother can enjoy that shit of control and power; he can be turned on by forcing you to suck him while you are hating him and hating to be forced to do that. But I want just good sex! I want a Slut worshipping me and my cock! A Slut with her cunt wet and hot and her nipples swollen, cumming when I fuck her, like you the other day! A slut desperate to be fucked in any hole! A nymphomaniac craving sex all day! A Slut who idolises me, considers me and my cock the best in the world, and despises “suckers” like this Slave! I’m going to teach you, Slut! Come with me!”

He led Aisha by the choker to the playroom, where he tied her spreadeagle to the vertical frame. I followed them, and Hassan locked my collar to the ring beside the mattress, the same ring used to lock me every night.

He then said, “I’ll show you both how to do things enthusiastically,” and left the room and the house.

When he returned, he had taken Aisha’s bra and chastity belt. He put them on her very quickly and then locked them both. As soon as he put them on, she began to squirm and shout, “Please! Take it off! Take it off! Please!”

He ignored her and said, “I’ve lined the chastity belt and the bra with nettles. Slut, I hope you enjoy the new lining. Perhaps this will teach you to be more enthusiastic.”

She continued wriggling and begging, “Please! remove it! It stings terribly! I feel like I have fire in my breasts and groin! Please! I beg you! remove it! Take it off! Please! I’ll satisfy you! I’ll be the best fuck of your life! Please ... Please...”

He took a ballgag and inserted it into her mouth, “You already had your chance to use your mouth to my satisfaction; now I don’t want to hear you.”

He left, and I sat on the mattress, powerless to do anything to help her, who continued squirming and whimpering. I couldn’t go anywhere and had to bear watching how she suffered silently from the sting of the nettles. I couldn’t even imagine how itchy and stinging they could be on such sensitive areas of the female body.

He returned after three hours. By then, she was exhausted and broken.

When he unlocked her from the frame, she fell to the floor and moved her hands to her breasts and groin, but uselessly because she couldn’t touch her skin or remove the chastity devices. He stood still, looking at her, until he said, “Well, Slut, show me that you have learned and that your main goal in your life is to provide me pleasure; that you are only a set of holes ready to be fucked by me ... Then perhaps I will remove the nettles.”

She, desperate, knelt in front of him, embraced his ankles, and pressed her head against them and his feet. Then she went up to waist level, opened his trousers, and extracted his cock. She took his cock, brought her face close, and moved his cock all over her face. Then she began masturbating him with one hand while the other moved from caressing his balls to caressing his chest.

When his cock was very hard, she turned around, put her head on the floor, and with her hands opened her buttocks, showing her anus between the cables of the chastity belt. As he remained immobile, she stood up, bent over, and went back until her buttocks were touching his cock. Then she began rubbing her ass cheeks over his cock, trying to tease him.

I could see that he was very excited, but clearly he was trying to demand more from her.

She went to a cabinet and took a big dildo and lubrication gel. poured some gel over the dildo, knelt again in front of him, offering him her ass, and slowly inserted the dildo in her ass. When she had the whole dildo in her rectum, she started moving it outward and inward, fucking herself with it.

Finally, Hassan decided that was enough, knelt behind her, removed the dildo, and entered her ass in one go. He began pounding her roughly, moving her whole body. Even with the bra, her breasts were swaying violently with his shoving. He was holding her hips with his hands, preventing her from going forward at every thrust.

When he reached the orgasm, she turned around, took his cock, and rubbed it over her face. He seemed satisfied, took off the ballgag, and unlocked her bra and chastity belt, saying, “It seems you have learned how to please your master. You can take off the nettles.”

She removed the bra, and I saw her breasts and nipples swollen, reddened, and with many skin rashes. Her nipples had doubled in size.

When she removed the chastity belt, her pussy was equally swollen and red, with her vaginal lips protruding and almost purple.

Hassan allowed her to go to the bathroom and take a shower. When she returned, her skin was still red, and the rashes had improved only slightly, but she looked a little better.

She knelt in front of Hassan, and he said, “From now on, you must be eager to be fucked by me. Every day you must convince me, even beg me, to fuck you a minimum of three times, or four times on weekends, when we have more free time. You must cum when I fuck you. You must use your imagination because we cannot repeat the same position on the same day or even in two consecutive ways. You must worship and praise me and my cock. Also, I want that, to prove who is the owner of your body, you tease this Slave, describing to him how you enjoy me and what he will not be able to have. You must tease and deny his orgasm at least once a day. Tomorrow is Friday, so you will have all weekend to prove that you have learned. To learn how to be a good Slut, you must view and study the collection of films you will find on the discs connected to the TV. And a word of warning: every time I am not satisfied with your ‘treatment’, I will increase mine with the nettles by one hour.”

With those words, I locked Aisha again in her chastity devices, ordered her to study some of the films, and left without unlocking me.

After some time, Aisha came to sit beside me and hugged me: “It was horrible; I never suffered a worse experience, even when raped anally or flogged. I will do anything to prevent a repetition. Anything...”

I caressed her head and hugged her by the shoulder. “Poor Aisha. I can’t imagine. You’d better do everything he asks.”

She continued, “And now I’ll have to simulate what I enjoyed when he fucked me. In fact, it’s not about pretending; he wants me to actually reach orgasm. At least with Ahmed, I don’t have to hide that I don’t like that. As for you, I’m afraid I’ll have to tease and denial you.”

I answered, “Don’t worry about me. And if you have to cum, at least try to enjoy it.”

She said, “I’ll try to think that I’m making love to you.”

After talking some more, we fell asleep, enjoying the contact between our bodies and skins.

At eight o’clock, as every day, Aisha woke up and went to Hassan’s room. She climbed on the bed, took his cock, and began licking all his shaft, starting at the head and ending in his balls, which she licked, sucked, and put in his mouth. I could see that, clearly terrified by the threat of being punished again, she was making every effort to please him, doing what she thought would please and arouse him most.

When he was totally erect, she inserted his entire cock into her mouth, sliding it in until her nose was touching his pubic hair. She stayed in that position until she needed to pull back to breathe better. It was clear that she had learned to control her gag reflex. She began swallowing her whole cock until the head was in her throat and withdrawing until only the head was in her mouth. She used her tongue to lick his balls when he entered her throat.

At one point, when she detected that Hassan was fully awake, she stopped and began to say in an insinuating and sultry voice while licking and sucking his cock between sentences, “Master, I dreamed all the night about this moment ... Every morning, I wake up craving to suck your big cock. I crave to feel my mouth completely filled with your huge cock. I crave to feel your cock in my throat, sending streams of cum directly to my stomach. Your cum is my preferred breakfast ... Please, fill the stomach of this worthless slut with the gift of your cum.”

She was looking into his eyes directly, and when she noted that he was on the verge of coming, she totally inserted his cock up to her throat. I saw his cock and balls twitching for many seconds, sending what seemed like an endless set of spurts of semen directly to her stomach.

When he finished, she withdrew his cock and said, “Thank you for your valuable gift, Master. This Slut is very satisfied.”

Clearly, Hassan was satisfied. He removed Aisha’s chastity devices, and they went to the kitchen, passing by my room on the way and unlocking me.

As we have done every day for the last few months, we prepare breakfast and eat on the floor.

When Hassan ended her breakfast, he ordered Aisha, “Slut, bend over the table!”

She stood up with her waist near the table and bent over, with her breasts pressed against the table surface. He stood up behind Aisha, grabbed her hips with his hands, put his cock in her vaginal lips, and began entering her without problems or resistance.

Anticipating this, when she went to the bathroom, she had applied lubricating gel to her ass and vagina, so it was not so uncomfortable for her, nor did it disappoint him.

While he fucked her, she began praising and flattering him, as he wanted: “Thank you, Master, by our cock ... I needed to feel your big cock in my cunt. I was eager to be penetrated and totally filled. Please, pound me! Shove all your long cock into my womb! ... yes! ... huummmm ... Fuck this Slut! This way! ... Yes!”

She held on to the edges of the table to keep from moving under his thrusts. Then she added, “Master, you said that you want to show other men your ownership over my body and also that I must tease the Slave. Perhaps you can order the Slave to kneel under me so he can look up at how your cock fills and stretches my cunt, and even he can lick my clit and lips so he can feel more deeply how your cock penetrates me.”

Hassan answered, “You are right, Slut. Slave, kneel down under the Slut, and learn how a Master fucks her cunt, something you will never do in months.”

I knelt under Aisha, as ordered, and put my head close to her pussy. Her vaginal lips appeared to widen and wrap around his thick cock. I saw his long shaft sliding in and out of her, making a long way due to its considerable length. I thought that Aisha’s words were, aside from the need to satisfy Hassan, a way to include me in the sex game and also to help her to cum.

So, I started to lick her clit and her vaginal lips. While I licked her, his cock continued entering and withdrawing from her, and his balls were hitting my chin. I could detect how the combined efforts of my tongue and his cock were gradually arousing her. I started caressing her inner thighs, near the crotch, tenderly with my hands.

Hassan continued fucking her and trying to humiliate me: “This is as close as you’ll get to fucking the Slut ... She is ours, and she deserves a real cock, not your useless tiny cock that is only good to be locked ... At the end of this year, she will be so stretched that she will not feel your cock. Furthermore, she will be so used to a good pounding by a real man that your sentimental and delicate sex will be both laughed at and rejected. Look how she is oozing when a big cock fucks her.”

I continued, ignoring his words, knowing that an important part of her enjoyment was due to me, although I couldn’t help but think that another important part of her pleasure was due to a big cock filling her sex.

She was very aroused, panting and moaning louder and louder until she reached her orgasm. Right after that, I saw how the balls of Hassan contracted, and his cock trembled repeatedly, filling her vagina with cum, part of which overflowed and fell into my mouth.

Hassan withdrew, tied a leash to Aisha’s chocker, and they went to the living room. When I had finished picking up and washing up breakfast, I went to the living room.

They were on the couch; Hassan was leaning against the back of the sofa watching sports, and she was lying next to him. He was absent-mindedly groping her breasts. When one game ended and another began, Hassan said, “Slut, kneel on the floor, and suck me until the game ends. I don’t want to cum until the last minute, so take your time.”

She had to spend nearly two hours sucking him with his thick cock in her mouth. I could see that she was becoming tired. Her mouth and jaws were probably aching. When the game ended, he grabbed her head with his hands and began moving the head up and down into his cock, inserting deeper and deeper into his cock until her nose was in his groin and he began cumming in her throat. He maintained her head in that position for a long time until she began squirming from the lack of air, and he released her.

Then he ordered me to prepare the lunch, including hummus in the food. I didn’t understand the reason for this request, but in any case, I prepared the food with plates for him and our usual bowls, which I placed on the floor as usual. He took Aisha’s bowl, took a spoon, spread some hummus on his chest and nipples, and said, “Slut, your lunch is served; lick!”

She began licking the hummus, and when she finished, he spread some more on his stomach. When she finished again, he discarded and put away the spoon, inserted his cock into the bowl, and scooped up more hummus.

She licked the hummus on his cock, and he repeated the operation, scooping more hummus with his cock until she finished licking all the hummus.

Hassan and I ended our meals, and after a while he said to Aisha, “Surely a Slut like you needs another pounding, but I need some rest, and there is no other man available here, so why don’t you play with the big vibrator and amuse me?”

She brought a big vibrator from the playroom, knelt in front of Hassan, and began playing with it while talking to him, “You are right, Master. I’m a Slut and need to be fucked frequently. I prefer to be penetrated by your powerful cock, and although this vibrator is a poor alternative, it is the only one now. I’m going to switch it on and use it on me, thinking it is your cock ... Look how my nipples become hard when I press the vibrator against them. They are hard and stiff to the point of almost hurting me ... I’ll leave the vibrator here to keep my hands free and knead my tits to soothe them. Hummm ... When I grope my tits, I think of your big hands mauling them ... I like to pinch my nipples. Hummm ... and to pull from the chain linking my nipple rings ... huumm ... Thank you, Master, for ringing and marking me. This is how a Slut like me should be.”

I knew that, to avoid the punishment, she was saying what, after several months, she thought Hassan would like, but she was playing her role very well; she was totally believable. In fact, I was becoming very aroused looking at her beautiful naked body, at her breasts on display, and listening to her words. As in the past, my cock, trying to swell, was crushed by the chastity belt and directed downward, increasing my pain.

She took the vibrator again and continued, “I enjoy every day sucking your cock, like I’m going to do with this vibrator.” She began sliding the vibrator in and out of her mouth, inserting it gradually more and more until she threw back her head and inserted the whole vibrator into her mouth and throat.

She withdrew and placed the vibrator over her clit, “Now I will insert it in my cunt, thinking it’s your big cock, but first I like to feel it over my clit ... Hummm ... ooohhh ... I feel my internal lubrication soaking the walls of my cunt and oozing from my cunt lips ... Huuumm ... My nipples are even harder than before; I’ll fondle them with my left hand while continuing to teasing my clit with the vibrator in my right hand ... Huuumm ... Yes! ... I can’t wait more ... I need a big cock in my cunt ... I’ll insert the vibrator ... huuummm ... Yes! ... To the bottom ... It entered in one go ... I’m so wet and need a cock in my cunt...”

She was sliding the vibrator in and out of her pussy faster and faster and deeper and deeper while with the other hand alternating between kneading her breasts and pulling her nipples: “Yes! ... Yeeess! ... Ooohhhhh ... Huuummmm ... Yeeeesssss! I’m cuuumming!”

I couldn’t bear more pain in my groin. My cock was trying uselessly to swell and break the unyielding tube. I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and fell to the ground, writhing.

Hassan chuckled: “Slave doesn’t seem to like your show, Slut. But don’t worry, I liked it. Even after cumming three times, look what you do to my cock ... You need to solve it.”

Aisha answered quickly, “Master, my ass has not yet enjoyed your big cock; it will be a pleasure fulfilling your needs,” and sat in the lap of Hassan with her back to him. She rose slightly, took his cock with one hand, guided it to her soaked pussy, and sat back down, impaling herself into his cock. She rose and descended a few times, and when she thought that his cock was lubricated enough, she rose, withdrawing his cock, guided it to her ass, and inserted the head in her anus.

Then gradually she descended, entering more and more of his long cock until her buttocks were touching his thighs. She began to rise and fall, fucking herself on his thick cock. Although I assumed she must be used to it, I was sure it must be uncomfortable to put something that bulky and long up her ass. He grabbed her breasts roughly, guiding her and setting the pace. To reduce her discomfort, and I suppose also because of his orders to cum every time he fucked her, she began to rub her clit with one hand and insert two fingers from the other.