Chapter 27: Room 2

When he decided to try out another room in the Ruby Palace's well-stocked torture chambers, he reminded himself that he must be more careful this time. The concubine he used to assist in the experiments must not be allowed to fail him as Arin had. She really had been most inconsiderate, dying when she did, right in the middle of an experiment. This time he would take Ayat with him; he had always considered her as hard as nails. She was obedient and submissive in his bed, but he had no illusions about her feelings. If he died today, she would be licking the prick of his successor within the hour, given half a chance.

She was duly prepared and brought into the Ruby Palace and down to the torture chambers. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety in the next few hours.

Seeing her fearful glances into the far corner, the Emir tried to reassured her, "No, I don't intend to impale you. I know how that works."

'Allah protect me, ' she thought, 'He intends to try out some of the other tortures on me.'

"Put the corset on, please" said the Emir, smiling at Ayat and indicating a metal basque-like device, "I want to see how well it fits a plump figure like yours."

It hardly went on her, and it wouldn't close. Then he discovered where the power lead was, and when it was connected the touch of a button expanded it until it could have encompassed an operatic diva of legendary size. Closing it to envelop her, he adjusted it until it fitted snugly round her waist and hips, and held her breasts up high in the air. Then he tried some of the controls.

The closure control allowed the device to continue to tighten until Ayat wondered if she would be crushed to death. Once he was satisfied that it could, indeed, perform that office, the Emir eased it out to a comfortable fit. A second control simply had a > sign beside it and he touched it gently. Ayat fidgeted uncomfortably, as though she had an itch. A second touch on the control made her wince; a third had her in tears and a little blood started seeping from the bottom edge of the section covering her buttocks.