Chapter 8: Princess

The next few days were uneventful, with the routine previous to Ahmed’s trip, until one day, during breakfast, Ahmed told us, “This week the Princess Nafisa contacted me. I have provided her with many services of all kinds, both to satisfy her whims and hidden vices and for her business. She is a princess of one of the noblest families in the country. She was bored and was looking for some new entertainment. I told her about both of you, and she was very interested. And she is very generous ... So she will pay me a generous amount for my inconvenience and for having to be without you, and you will serve her until the end of the month as her slaves. You will continue working in your office or teleworking, but you will live and sleep in her mansion. You must obey her in ANY order. If I receive any complaints, you will be very, very sorry.

“Now, pack a suitcase with clothes so that you can get dressed on the days you have to go to work in the office. The remaining time, you will probably be naked or in the clothes she decides. Well, now you have to go to your office. This afternoon, a car will pick you up when you leave the office, so take your laptops and your suitcases.”

During the day, I looked for information about the Princess on the Internet, but I didn’t find too much, except that she was indeed very powerful, capricious, and well-connected. During the lunch in the office, Aisha and I shared the scarce information we had each found. She had also found that the Princess was a widow and that she had had clashes with powerful people from other families and even from her family, and she had always been victorious, probably with the help of Ahmed’s services, we deduced.

That afternoon, a driver picked us up with a car. He addressed us directly, so he must have been given pictures of us.

He drove us to the Princess mansion. It was really impressive, surrounded by high walls. Inside the walls, despite the extreme climate, was a lush garden with water and multiple trees.

We got out of the car at one of the side doors, and the driver led us through the mansion. We passed through the cool, spacious inner courtyard and entered a large room, where we finally caught sight of the Princess.

She was a very attractive woman in her forties, with a well-groomed body, very black hair, and vivid green eyes that conveyed confidence and determination. She was lying on a luxurious piece of furniture, a combination of bed and couch, with a lot of cushions; we remained standing.

He addressed us, saying, “So you are the couple of slaves Ahmed told me. I hope you will provide me with the distraction and pleasure I desire. In this country, some old people maintain outdated traditions. But in this house, I decide what is right and what is wrong. And my servants not only obey me blindly, but they agree with me and know that pleasure is not a sin. Also, I expect you to obey whatever orders I, or any of my staff, give you. Otherwise, you will be punished and returned to Ahmed. Is it clear?”

We both answered, “Yes.”

She raised her voice and said, “It is ‘Yes Princess’!”

We replied quickly, “Yes, Princess.”

She continued, “I can get slaves, but I haven’t had slaves that are a married couple, in chastity and from other country, so more ‘open’ to new experiences and pleasures. Is it true that you are married and locked in chastity?”

We answered, “Yes, Princess.”

She then ordered, “Then show me. Strip! In this house, you must always be naked.”

We obeyed, and when we were naked, except for our chastity belts (and Aisha’s bra), she continued asking, “How long have you been in the belts?”

Aisha answered, “Seven months, Princess. However, Robert wears it all day, and I only wear it when I leave the house and in the evenings. Our masters have only taken it away from him three or four times in the whole time.”

The Princess replied, “So, how many times have you reached an orgasm?”

I answered, “I received two blow jobs from Aisha and one hand job, but two of them were ruined. Aisha has had many orgasms.”

The Princess continued: “But you both have been fucked many times. Isn’t?”

Aisha said, “Yes. Robert has been fucked several times in the ass, some of them by me as a way to dilate and train his ass. I have received the cock of many men in my mouth, pussy or ass four or more times a day during the last months.”

The Princess laughed: “Ahmed told me that he assigned you the names of ‘Slut’ and ‘Slave’, and I see that they are perfect. He sent me that bag in the corner with several toys, including your tagged collars. Put them on now! ... You must always be naked and with the collars and cuffs in this house.”

When we had already put on our collars and cuffs, she clapped her hands, and two women appeared. They were of spectacular beauty. Both wore a silk tunic, a short waistcoat, a necklace around their necks, and golden bracelets. Both were tall, had black hair, tanned skin, mouths with sensual lips, and big eyes. One of them had green eyes, and the other had brown eyes.

The Princess said, “These are my servants, Sania and Rania. You must obey them and call ‘Madam’ as to any woman in this house. Equally, you must obey any order from any men in this house and call them ‘Sir’.”

We both answered, “Yes, Princess.”

Then she ordered, “I want to test the skills of this couple for satisfying a woman. Sania and Rania, lie down on the floor! The Slut and the Slave must bring you to as many orgasms as possible. Slave will start with Sania and Slut with Rania. Every time both have an orgasm, the Slave and the Slut should shift the focus of their efforts from Rania to Sania and vice versa and start again. I’ll decide when this ‘game’ can end.”

Both women lay on the floor, unbuttoned the long row of buttons that closed their tunics at the front, and opened them, revealing their naked bodies.

I knelt beside Sania, who was the woman with green eyes, and Aisha knelt beside Rania. Once naked, Sania’s body did not deny what her appearance promised. It was of dazzling beauty. Her breasts were very proportionate, with large nipples and areolas. She had a narrow waist, wide hips, and long thighs, which converged in her sex, covered by a very black and well-maintained pubic hair.

I was torn between a storm of contradictory feelings. On the one hand, caressing and enjoying the beautiful body of the woman in front of me was very tempting. On the other hand, it felt like a betrayal of Aisha. However, like Aisha in all the previous months with other men, I was obeying orders, so I was not responsible. From another point of view, in my situation, with my cock encased in the damn chastity belt and without cumming for months, caressing and arousing her could be very painful, but still I had no choice and had to obey.

I made up my mind and took the plunge, beginning to caress her breasts with my hands. Her breasts were soft and perky, and groping them was a delight. I fiddled with my thumbs on her nipples, which quickly became erect. When I thought I had done enough of that area, I started to move down, caressing her belly, her hips, and her legs.

I ran my fingers along the hollow between her thighs and her vaginal lips, feeling her shudder. I did this several times, left and right, until I noticed that she was quite aroused. Then I moved my mouth to her vagina and gently ran my tongue over her labia. She shuddered again, so I repeated it many times until I noticed that her vagina became lubricated and her fluids began to flow.

I could tell she was very aroused and on the verge of orgasm, but she didn’t seem to want to come. At this point, I decided to start fiddling with her clitoris with my tongue and to gradually introduce my tongue into her vagina. Her fists were clenched tightly, and it seemed to me that she was trying to hold back. I didn’t know if she wanted to prolong the pleasure I was giving her with my mouth, if she was embarrassed to be forced to orgasm, or if there might be another reason for delaying her orgasm.

To trigger her orgasm, I moved my hands up to grab her breasts, which I began to fondle and massage while my fingers pinched her nipples.

Finally, I could feel her shudder and reach a strong orgasm.

I looked at Aisha, who had finished with Rania some time ago, so I got up and knelt between Rania’s legs, while Aisha did the same in front of Sania.

I guessed that her sex would be too sensitive, so I started caressing her breasts with my hands. When her nipples became hard, I started licking, sucking, and nibbling on them.

Even if it was out of obligation, in my state of forced chastity and without the possibility of any sexual contact with Aisha, the contact with the bodies of both women had turned me on a lot, provoking the usual pain in my sex. Three opposing forces were fighting inside me. On the one hand, the need to carry out the orders given or risk punishment; on the other hand, the excitement I felt, after so many months without contact or orgasms, to caress the bodies of some very beautiful women; and finally, the chastity belt, which, as soon as my cock tried to get erect, squeezed it like an iron fist and forced it down, causing great pain that reduced the erection until a new stimulation started the vicious circle. Caught between these forces, it was difficult to concentrate and get on with the task at hand.

I inserted two fingers into her soaking wet, open vagina to reach her G-spot and began to move them gently over that spot as I nibbled and sucked on her clit. When I felt it was time, I started to move my tongue down her body until I reached the lips of her vagina, which I licked gently. Her vagina was soaking wet, I guess from the previous orgasm as well as from my actions. I fiddled with my tongue on her clitoris, moving on to licking her labia and then inserting my tongue into her vagina. I rotated between the three points, noticing how her breathing quickened and she began to pant. After a while, she began to moan, pressed my head with her hands against her sex, and burst into an intense orgasm.

I lifted my face, soaked with her fluids, and looked up at Aisha, who was still licking Sania’s sex and waiting for her to orgasm. As with me, Sania seemed to be trying hard to delay it.

Finally, Sania couldn’t hold back any longer, and she came, letting out a gasp.

We looked at the Princess, waiting for a sign to stop, but she made a small gesture to indicate that we should continue. We changed positions again, and again we started to caress and try to excite both women.

We went on like this for, I don’t know, how long or how many orgasms. They must have been exhausted by now, and, in my case, my tongue and mouth were beginning to stop responding to me.

When the Princess decided enough was enough, she ordered us to stop. The four of us were all sweaty. In the case of Sania and Rania, it was because of the excitement and the orgasms, and in our case, it was because of the effort. They stood up while we remained kneeling where we were.

The Princess asked them if our efforts had been satisfactory. Rania said yes, very much; Sania, however, said no. The Princess couldn’t help but smile, and said, “Sania, you still have that cruel streak; you like to make people suffer and make them look bad. I could see that despite your best efforts to hide and suppress yourself, you have enjoyed it very much. So I’ll consider your response as positive anyway. I like that cruel streak, and I often find it useful too, but don’t try to fool me. I know you too well.”

Sania lowered her head and said, “I’m so sorry, Princess; you know me so well.”

To conclude, the Princess dismissed us with a gesture, saying, “Give them dinner and put them in a room close to mine in case I require them at any time.”

The dinner we were given was one of the best we had eaten, not only during our time under Ahmed, when we could not prepare anything elaborate, but for a long time. And we were able to eat it at a table.

After dinner, which we ate in the gigantic kitchen, we were taken to a room, small for the size of the mansion, but large compared to a normal house. It was like a hotel room, with a big bed, an attached bathroom, and a table, which I assumed was where we would work on teleworking days.

In the room, they had already put our clothes and work materials. We were locked in the room, and for the first time in a long time, we could be alone and have some privacy. We were able to chat and cuddle in bed, commenting on the situation and trying to guess what would happen in the coming days. For the moment it seemed like an improvement.

The next day, it was my turn to go to the office. I was driven to and from the office by the driver who had picked us up the day before. On the way back, as we had done before with Ahmed, I undressed and put on my cuffs. Aisha had spent the day naked.

Soon after I arrived, Sania came and took us to the Princess, who was with Rania. When we stood before the Princess, she asked Aisha, “Ahmed told me that you spent a whole weekend fucking 14 men; is that true?”

She replied, “Yes, that’s right. But I did it because he ordered me to. Besides, I was drugged.”

The Princess interrupted, “But you reached orgasm several times.” To which Aisha replied humiliated, “Yes, that’s right. The effect of the drugs and too much stimulation brought them on.”

The Princess continued to ask curiously, ““And I also understand that you have simultaneously fucked three men many times, haven’t you?” To which Aisha replied humiliated again, “Yes, that’s true.”

The Princess then said, “What a Slut! Well, I don’t have 14 men here, but I have three, and I’ve never seen a woman with three men at the same time in person, so let’s see. Sania, call the driver, the gardener, and my bodyguard! Rania, unlock her chastity belt!”

As Rania removed the belt, the Princess addressed me, saying, “I also understand that not only did you watch as the Slut, your wife, fucked all those men, but that on your ‘wedding night’ Ahmed made you ask all of them to please fuck her, didn’t he?”

It was now my turn to respond in humiliation, “Yes, that’s correct.”

She replied, “Well, I want to see it too. You must ask them to please fuck your wife, who is a slut and needs to be fucked by several men, and you can’t do it. In addition, you must introduce their cocks into the hole of your choice.”

Aisha and I were both dismayed and resigned as we looked at each other. Meanwhile, Rania put a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room.

Sania appeared, followed by three men; one of them was the driver, whom we already knew. Another was a rather old man dressed in overalls, who might have been the gardener, and the last was a very tall, robust man, who was probably the bodyguard.

When we were all present, the Princess said, “Well, Slut, although the sight of your naked body will have ‘cheered them up’, it won’t be enough. Get to work with your mouth until they are ready,” and addressing the men, “This Slut you see is going to fuck all three of us at the same time. Enjoy her ... It is additional compensation for your services. This couple will be with us for a few days, and you can use them at your pleasure, as long as you do not interfere with my orders, their work, or yours.”

Aisha advanced to stand in front of the three of them, knelt in front of the first, the bodyguard, unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out his cock, discovering that it was huge, even though it was not yet erect. She began to lick it full length and took the head into her mouth. Gradually, she pushed in more and more until the tip was deep in her throat, causing her to gag slightly despite her practice. She continued until her lips were tight against his pubic hair. Then she began to move up and down on his cock, moving her lips from the tip to the base and pressing her mouth against his body until he was fully erect and she had to stretch her mouth wide to take in his thick member.

Then, on her knees, she moved to face the driver, unbuttoned his trousers, and took out his cock, which fortunately was smaller than the previous one. As before, she licked his cock and took it all the way into her mouth until it was fully erect.

Finally, she repeated the operation with the gardener. Then she moved until she was kneeling on the mattress.

Princess’s eyes turned to me, waiting for me to act as instructed. Absolutely embarrassed, I approached the bodyguard Abdul and said, “My wife needs to be fucked, and I am incapable; please, will you fuck her?” He quickly replied, “Yes, of course, I’ll be happy to do it whenever I can.”

I took him by the arm, led him to the mattress, and once there, I said, “Lie down, so my wife can ride you.”

I was going to ask Aisha to kneel on him, but first I caressed her sex and checked that, logically, it was neither wet nor dilated; so I asked her to lie down too, knelt between her legs, and started to lick her clitoris, vaginal lips, and vagina until I checked that it was sufficiently lubricated and that the penetration would not be painful. Since I was also going to be penetrated in her ass, I licked and even inserted my tongue in her ass to provide as much lubrication as possible.

The bodyguard scoffed, “Not only does he ask us to fuck her, but he also prepares her for us. How accommodating!”

I asked Aisha to kneel over the bodyguard; when she was on top of him, I took his cock and guided her sex until he gradually entered her vagina. His cock was very long and thick, and her distended sex lips could be seen around his member. She kept going down until she was fully impaled on him.

I turned to the gardener, whose cock had seemed to me to be the smallest, so anal penetration could be less of a discomfort, and repeated my words, “My wife needs to be fucked and I am incapable; please, will you fuck her?” He replied, “Sure, it’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance, let alone with such a beautiful body.”

As before, I led him to the mattress, and he knelt behind Aisha. She leaned forward until her breasts rested on the bodyguard’s chest to facilitate penetration. I grabbed his cock with one hand, and with the other, I spread Aisha’s ass cheeks apart and guided his cock until it began to penetrate Aisha. He grabbed her hips and pushed gradually but firmly, gradually dilating her sphincter and working his way through the tight channel, until his cock was fully inside Aisha’s rectum.

I repeated the operation with the last man, asking him to fuck Aisha and guiding him to stand in front of her. She rose up and opened her mouth for me to take his cock in her. As soon as she put her lips around his member, he held her head and thrust his hips until his cock was in her throat and her lips were on his pubic area.

I felt totally ashamed of myself for handing Aisha over to these men for their enjoyment. I looked at the Princess and saw that she was very interested in the spectacle before her eyes and, at the same time, excited. Her hands were hidden under the outer layer of her robe, and from the bulge, I could have sworn that one of them was fondling her breasts and the other was on her sex.

Aisha began to move within the tight confines of the three men, pushing the cock in front of her deeper into her throat and partially extracting the ones in her vagina and anus, and then extracting the one in her throat until it was in her mouth and thrusting into the men behind her. The man underneath her grabbed her breasts tightly and tried to guide her rhythm with them, but the rhythm did not match the rhythm he was trying to set, by grabbing her hips, the man on her ass, or the rhythm he was trying to set on the man in her mouth by moving her head.

The three of them moved her around like a doll, and finally she let them do whatever they wanted with her. After a few minutes, the gardener came inside her, then the driver, and finally the bodyguard.

The three of them got up, and Aisha dropped onto the mattress. I looked sideways at the Princess. and her face was very flushed, and I think she had also reached orgasm. She pulled herself together and said, “You may all leave. Have the slave couple shower and dinner, and then I want them to be taken to my bedroom.”

Sania escorted us to our room, waited for us to shower, then put the chastity belt on Aisha and took us to the kitchen for dinner. Dinner was again extraordinary, as would be every meal while we were in that mansion. When we finished, Sania took us to the Princess bedroom, which was not very big but was spectacularly luxurious. The Princess was lying on a large bed.

She gestured for Sania to leave and said to us, “One of the things that interests me most about the two of you is your chastity. Sex is one of the strongest human instincts, both for pleasure and for control, so although today I have allowed the Slut to be fucked in all her holes, from today, and as long as you are here, you will never again have the opportunity to cum either of you. For the Slut that will be new, and for the Slave it will be different because now he will not be ignored but continually teased.

“You will both be teased and fucked, without orgasm, to desperation. I like to play with desire, and I am also sure that your desperation will make you better tools for my pleasure. However, if you work hard enough, you may get a small reward. And now, start showing me what you can do. Use your mouths to give me multiple orgasms. I expect you to make an effort, or else it will be much worse for you.”

We both got on the bed and started to take off her clothes. When she was naked, we could see that she had a beautiful and well cared for body. Her body smelled strongly of perfume, but not in a dizzying way, but in an intense and exhilarating way. Her breasts were quite large but firm, with very dark nipples and large, dark areolas. Her hips were very wide and feminine, and her belly was flat.

We each put our heads close to one of her breasts and started licking and sucking them. Her nipples quickly became erect, and I started to give them little nibbles, which made her moan.

After a while, she pushed my head down. I ran my tongue over her chest, her stomach, and her pubis until I reached her vaginal lips. I licked her clitoris for a while, and when I inserted my tongue into her vagina, she came.

Aisha kept licking her breasts, moving from one to the other, and I continued licking her clitoris and running my tongue over her pussy lips. When I started sucking and sucking on her clitoris, she orgasmed again.

She couldn’t seem to get enough, so I kept licking her. She then turned her body to her left and lifted her right leg, resting her foot on her knee. She pushed Aisha until she was behind her and then continued to drive her until Aisha’s head was in front of her buttocks. She then moved Aisha’s head against her anus until Aisha understood and began to lick it. We both continued to excite her with our tongues, me playing with her clitoris and vagina and Aisha with her anus and perineum. We continued like this while she moaned and reached several more orgasms.

Finally, exhausted, she said to us, “You can rest; I am satisfied with you. From now on, you will sleep in this room, on a mat at the foot of my bed. You will wake me up every day by giving me an orgasm with your mouths, and every night you will end up doing the same thing.”

We lay down on the mat and hugged each other. Of course, reviewing the day’s events, our future in the Princess’s hands didn’t look as promising as it had the first night. But at least we were still together. Besides, Aisha wasn’t wearing a bra, and for the first time in a long time, I could fondle her breasts without them being covered in semen. I fondled them, and before I knew it, I was kissing them, but as soon as my excitement grew, the pain in my groin made me give up. Hopelessly, I lay down next to her, just feeling her body until we fell asleep.

The next morning, we woke her up by licking her to orgasm. Then we went to our room, got dressed, and I went to the office in the car driven by the driver.

During the trip, the driver told me how he had enjoyed Aisha’s blowjob and told me that he had decided that she would give him one every day while he drove her to and from the office. He asked me if I liked the way she gave blowjobs, and when I told him I hadn’t enjoyed them yet, he laughed. He said he would tell me what they were like, and he would also tell me what it was like when he fucked her in the ass and her cunt.

When I came back from the office and went to our room, I found Sania sitting on a sofa, the bodyguard sitting on the bed, and Aisha on her knees, his cock in her mouth.

Sania said to me, “Her working hours are over, so Abdul, the bodyguard, has decided to use her. Although we can’t remove her chastity belt, she has two holes available, and I suspect that all the male employees of this house will use them extensively. As for you, get naked and start licking my pussy until I tell you to stop. That way, I’ll enjoy myself twice as much while I watch this show.”

I undressed, knelt down in front of her, put my head under her robe, and started licking her pussy. I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, but I could hear the sucking sounds of Aisha’s blowjob, and then I started to hear the gagging and coughing as he started to shove his huge cock down her throat.

Meanwhile, Sania said to me, “What a whore your wife is, how degrading! I would never lower myself to put a man’s cock in my mouth. But she doesn’t just put it in her mouth; she puts it all the way down her throat. And a cock as big as this ... she’s obviously had a lot of practice. Tell me, how many cocks has he swallowed? and from how many men?”

I hesitated to answer, but she insisted in a firm voice, and I had to respond. I pulled away from her sex and said, “I don’t know; in these months she has been with 16 men, and she must have given them more than 400 blowjobs.”

At that moment, I heard the bodyguard moan and cum, saying, “Urghh!, Yes!, Slut! Take my semen straight down to your stomach.”

Sania also reached orgasm at that moment.

I thought that would be the end of it, but I heard the bodyguard say, “Well, Slut, there’s only one hole left for me to try. Keep blowing me until I’m hard again.”

For his part, Sania ordered me, “Carry on; I will continue to enjoy this second part of the show.”

I continued to lick his sex, unable to see what was going on around me, being under Sania’s robe and with my back to the bed. The sheer size of the bodyguard’s cock, bigger than Hassan’s and almost comparable to that of Aziz, the football team member, worried me. I feared it might hurt Aisha.

I heard the bodyguard order Aisha, “Bitch, lie down on the bed face down and get your ass up. When I’m done fucking you in the ass, you won’t want to take any other cock but mine. I’m going to leave you so wide open that you won’t even notice when you get fucked by another cock.”

I listened as Aisha climbed onto the bed and as the bodyguard said, “Spread your buttocks with your hands so I can put my cock in you ... Like this ... Here I go ... Tip in first...” The next thing I heard was Aisha screaming and wailing, “No! ... No! ... Please! ... It hurts! ... It’s too big! ... Don’t keep thrusting it in! Please! ... Please!...”

I couldn’t resist any longer; I got up and went to bed. Aisha was on her stomach; she had removed her hands from her buttocks and was clutching the sheet with them and crying. On top of her was the bodyguard, crushing her with his huge body and, with one hand, guiding his cock into Aisha’s ass. He had only managed to get the tip in, and her sphincter was completely distended.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him off her, saying, “Bastard! Leave her alone; you’re hurting her too much.”

When he was on his feet, I noticed how he prepared to strike me, but he stopped when he heard Sania’s voice, cold as ice, “Abdul Stop! Stop both of you! Slave, you have made several mistakes; you have interrupted me when I was enjoying your tongue; you have disobeyed me; you have insulted and assaulted an employee of the Princess. While you are here, your bodies are the property of the Princess, and you must obey everything she or any of her employees say. You are going to pay for it.”

When I heard his words, I was worried. I feared I had made the situation worse.

She continued, “As punishment, I’m going to go and find the foreman who runs the Princess farms and has come today to present his report. You must ‘sell’ him the ‘goodies’ of the Slut and convince him to fuck her now. You will also invite him to come whenever he wants and use her. And as you have to avoid ‘false advertising’, you must make it clear to him that you have not enjoyed the ‘goodies’ of this Slut. If you refuse, don’t get him to fuck her, or don’t do it to my satisfaction, I will tell the Princess to take the Slut to the farms for all the workers to fuck her for a whole weekend. And I’m warning you, that’s a lot of dozens of workers.”

I sank down at the mention of it.

As Sania went to find the foreman, I approached Aisha, stroked her head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I was just trying to protect you.” She grabbed my hand and replied, “Don’t worry, I know, there’s nothing we can do.”