12. Tara - Head to head.

 

Tara swayed in her chair, while waiting for the percolator to signal that the coffee was ready to pour. Gabriella was deep in conversation with a geologist who worked in the cobalt mine, and a middle-aged woman, who had just arrived in a large black car. Another young women had emerged from the car, but remained outside with Carlos.

The distressed youngster had been allowed to sit on the chair for the first time, for she was in no fit state to balance on her heels or her feet for that matter. Tara was past the point of caring, so just sat and waited for the next command from either of her sadistic tormentors. If she could respond, she would, to avoid the resultant penalty. If she couldn't, then she'd close her eyes and take whatever punishment they decided to mete out to her.

That morning, Gabriella had squeezed her into a heavily boned red corset, which was full in length with half cups that accentuated her modest breasts. The flange gag had been changed to a simple ring gag, which Carlos favoured, because it enabled him to gain deeper penetration of her throat. It meant that she had to eat all her meals out of bowls on the floor, just like a common dog would.

The high posture collar was an annoyance, because it made it difficult to serve the drinks, as did the metal bar between the cuffs on her upper arms. The teenager could just touch her fingertips together, or grip an object between her hands. Tara had gotten used to wearing the supple leather hood, for it allowed her to psychologically hide her face and feelings, while the abuse rained down on her.

The trio were discussing safety aspects of the mine, which didn't interest the teenager at all. It was the middle of the day and she hadn't recovered fully from the latest sadistic session with Gabriella and her maid. Sunday and Monday nights had been bad, but the latest round of sadistic punishments had left her almost unable to walk, let alone crawl across the site to the mine office.

"I see you're using Tara around the office," the new middle-aged woman observed, glancing in her direction.

"Ah yes, Maria, she's very useful on these long hot days," Gabriella replied.

The door swung open and the tall, dark haired young woman entered, closely followed by Carlos. The pretty newcomer had a certain confident attitude that struck Tara, despite her befuddled state. In fact her appearance in the office perked her up and for the first time in three days she took an interest in what was happening around her.

Gabriella rose when Maria stood up to introduce the young women to her as Toni, a security expert with Husni Oil. The dominatrix took the newcomers hand and after shaking it, didn't seem to want to let it go.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Toni." Gabriella gushed "It's refreshing to have an attractive woman to visit us after all the macho bullshit I normally have to put up with."

"Likewise Gabriella. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

Tara could tell that the tall young woman was interested in Gabriella, because they exchanged a few quiet friendly words. Once they finished their conversation, Toni glanced around the room and spotted Tara sitting by the coffee percolator. She walked a few paces toward her and began frowning, while studying her pitiful state.

Toni had large hazel-green eyes, which seemed to exude guile and intelligence. Tara wondered why the woman had come to such a hell hole and was there any possibility of her stopping the abuse that the sadistic couple were heaping on her poor body?

"Come Toni, let's sit down and have a coffee," Maria suggested, guiding her back toward the others.

The group of five, positioned their chairs in the centre of the office and seated themselves ready to start their discussion. Tara suddenly remembered the coffee, so turned her attention to the cups sitting on the tray. The glass jug seemed so heavy, but by using two hands to grip the container, she managed to pour five cups of steaming coffee.

Once the cups were full, she stood up on shaky legs, and gripping the handle of the small wooden trolley, steered it over to the group. They were having a serious discussion about the security in the mine.

"Carlos, it's reached the point where we have to start training your guards and I'm going to propose sending in a squad of experts to help you with that," Toni said in an assertive tone.

Tara parked the trolley in the middle of the group and began handing out the cups.

"Hold on Toni," Carlos blustered. "I don't need a gringo coming in here telling me what to do with the mine and my men. We've quite capable of handling the security here. I've got 30 men patrolling the perimeter and plenty more in the barracks!"

"That's very admirable Carlos," Toni replied calmly. "But without the right training and up to date weaponry, they could easily be overrun by a smaller force."

"Rubbish!" the big man retorted, just as Tara reached for the last cup on the tray. "My boys are well trained and are armed with Russian Saiga rifles."

The shakes in Tara's hand were getting worse, but she thought she had a good grip of the cup's handle as she handed it to Toni.

"Uhhhhhh!" Tara exclaimed, when the white mug slipped from her fingers and tumbled to the floor.

The dark haired Englishwoman twisted in her chair almost in sync with the flowing coffee and somehow managed to avoid most of the contents splashing onto her black pleated skirt. Toni instantly stood up and pushed her chair back to step away from the spillage on the carpet. Tara stood frozen, aghast at her dreadful clumsiness.

"You fucking halfwit," roared Carlos, jumping to his feet and grabbing her upper arm.

The angry Mexican spun her round and threw her onto the wet patch of flooring with a jolting thud. Tara landed painfully on her back, jarring her arms and banging the back of her head. She looked up to see Carlos had snatched a riding crop from a desk and was looking for a spot to strike her writhing body.

Standing quite close on the other side was the booted figure of Toni, resplendent in her flared black skirt and light khaki t-shirt. Tara had a worms eye view up her skirt and what she saw gave her hope.

"Carlos, there's no need to punish the girl, it was an accident," Toni pointed out forcibly.

The Mexican bandit was in a rage. "Sit down and let me deal with this!"

"No Carlos, calm down, it was only an accident."

Then, to Tara's shock and disappointment, the Mexican manager put his free hand on Toni's chest and shoved her backward. The young woman hadn't been expecting to be pushed and looked mildly surprised when she sat back in her chair, to stop herself from falling over it. However, she was back on her feet, just as the first blow landed on Tara's thigh.

"Neeeeeiiiiiiiii!" she squealed when a flash of pain tore at her already ragged nerve endings.

"Wait Carlos," Maria shouted, in what looked like an attempt to calm the situation. "Sit down, for god's sake and let's get back to the discussion."

Carlos lowered his arm and glared at Toni, who from 4 feet away calmly stared back at the thuggish Mexican.

"I've had enough of Husni interference!" he bellowed. "You two can get back in your Hummer and go back to your cosy office. Tell Salim that I make the decisions around here, not some jumped up gringo in a skirt!"

Toni calmly stepped her right boot across Tara, directly above her face, enabling the injured girl to look directly up at the narrow strip of white bulging cotton, dividing her shapely thighs. There was a flurry of skirts and in a flash the gun was gone! Tara moved her head sideways to see that Toni had drawn her weapon and pushed the barrel under Carlos's chin, forcing his head back.

"Carlos, you've become completely unmanageable, which was anticipated by Salim." the pretty assassin said calmly. "Your time is up, especially after fucking up the Greenway kidnap." CRACK!

A single shot rang out, deafening Tara for a moment. Carlos's head jerked back, as did his body, before falling backward over a chair. His weight toppled the tubular steel seat sideways and they both went crashing to the ground. Both women and the geologist jumped to their feet and pushed their chairs back to put a little distance between themselves and the gun totting young woman.

"Toni, what on earth..." Maria's words trailed away when the director saw that Toni was holding her gloved hand up.

"Salim's orders, Maria. I couldn't say anything until I'd judged how dangerous a partner he'd become. He told me to use my judgement when I arrived. The man is a violent bully who has turned into a sadistic tyrant."

Maria's expression slowly changed to one of acceptance and relief.

Toni continued. "My training squad will be here in half an hour to oversee the smooth transfer of management."

Everyone looked shocked by the sudden turn of events. The young woman stepped across Tara, and holstered her gun, before grabbing the tray from the top of the trolley. As Toni slid it under the dead man's head, Gabriella stepped forward.

"Who... Who's going to run the mine?"

"You are, Gabriella," Toni said with an easy smile. "Salim had you earmarked from the first time he met you. He wasn't sure though if you want the responsibility. Do you?"

Tara, motionless on the floor, was thunderstruck. She had witnessed the disposal of one sadist, only to be replaced by another! The dominatrix was vigorously nodding her head.

"Yes... Yes of course Toni..."

"Well things have to change around here."

"Anything Toni. Just tell me what changes you want and I'll put them into effect right away," Gabriella gushed.

The young Englishwoman bent down and helped Tara to her feet, before guiding her backward into a seat.

"My team will be staying for a few days Gabriella, to oversee the changes. The first thing I want you to do is to return Tara to the human race. Once you've patched her up, Maria and I will take her back to Chihuahua in 36 hours' time. From there we'll fly to Dubai in the company jet and be with Salim by Friday afternoon."

Tara sat motionless in the chair, stunned by the news and overawed to find that she was being taken away from the mine. Relief, happiness, angst, torment, all came pouring out of her in a flood of tears.

She was being liberated. She was being set free. She was going to Dubai!

 

 

13. Aara - Training a thrall.

 

Aara, tablet in one hand and a bunch of the thrall's hair in the other, guided the girl's mouth with constant urges to alternate between her quim and clit. She absentmindedly thought back over the years and came to the conclusion that she had never had a cunny-lapping from a Jap before. The girl was very good, no doubt inspired by the thought of avoiding another taste of the crop.

The thrall only managed to bring her to a series of mild peaks, which was understandable, because she had a dozen pressing matters on her mind. She had to read over 20 emails and respond to half of them, while soaking up the exhilarating sensations emanating from her cunt.

Her mind kept wandering, for she was in the middle of the largest deal that the Jahid family business had ever tackled. The multibillion deal involved getting the exploration rights of a sizable area of Western Australia. First though, Aara had to sort out the rift between her brother and Sheik Salim Husni.

She had been at loggerheads with her brother for a week after she'd disclosed that the latest fracking contract she was negotiating would involve a partnership with their arch-rival from Dubai.

JGE had massive expertize in the field and were the pivotal company in the multinational deal, but they needed Husni Oil for pipeline and distribution. Husni Oil already invested heavily in the area and owned two refineries in Western Australia, so the project needed both companies to come together.

Aara had therefore taken it upon herself to smooth the troubled waters by organizing the Pony contest so she could bring together the warring factions and heal the rift between the two men. Her Pony, Yusra, was the icing on the cake, for she planned to gift the animal to Salim after the event was completed.

Aara released Moko and used the remote to adjust the chair, so she could slide back, away from the girl's mouth. The young Jap looked as though she had been out on the town and gotten plastered. Her hair was mussed and her face was covered in cunt cream, accentuating the bemused expression on her face.

A box of tissues were within reach, so Aara mopped the girl's cheeky face and placed the box on the chair, before manoeuvring her legs, so she could slip by the tethered thrall.

She had chosen the cute thrall at the presentation ceremony, from several lines of attractive slave-girls. Sheik Taz had brought the pair of dark-haired Japanese thralls, named Suki and Moko. His daughter, Rahaf, didn't seem too pleased to let her have the thrall, but as it was her right, she insisted.

She was attracted to the idea of borrowing the Jap because Salim Husni had one among his team of drivers. East Asians were definitely in vogue so she wanted one for a few hours. First stop was the unisex, oral rest room, where she chose a stall and tethered the girl to the floor.

After making her kneel so that a small metal cover was positioned between her ankles. Aara told the Jap to part her thighs and reach back. She opened a small hatch and connected the four eyelets on her cuffs to cips on the end of short wires.

The restrains immediately immobilized her arms and legs. If the low seat of the chair wasn't supporting her head, then she would have toppled forward onto her face! So, the Jap was in the perfect position to serve her orally, while she relaxed in a leather chair.

Aara bent over, released the girl's tethers and opened the curtain. "Clean yourself up, Moko, and use the toilet if you wish, at the end of the line. Hurry girl, I don't want to keep your mistress waiting."

The girl grunted that she understood, so left her to do her toilet, while she preened herself in front of a mirror.

Aara, 25, was the power behind the Jahid fortune. She managed their companies, negotiated most of the multimillion dollar contracts, controlled the company directors and ensured the family business continued to rake in billions of dollars of revenue every year. Without her at the helm, her brother, Abdul, would flounder and destroy the business in next to no time.

The young entrepreneur wanted to track down Rasha Bazzi who hadn't put in an appearance at the presentation ceremony. JGE - Jahid Global Enterprises, which was totally under her control, bought one of the Bazzi family companies and Rasha handled the negotiations. The girl, only 20, had a brilliant mind, so Aara wanted to strike up a partnership and include her in the negotiations for the multibillion dollar project in Western Australia.

On a separate, but related matter, Aara and Rasha, had agreed to pair up in a Pony-girl match against Salim Husni and her brother, Abdul. She was desperate to check on her own novice, Yusra, and Rasha's filly, Frisky. After negotiating with the pompous men, she and Rasha had agreed to use their reserve drivers in the races, so the four of them could sit and enjoy the races together.

Moko emerged from the toilet and approach her, holding the handle to the gold chain-link leash, so she could take it from her. The girl seemed tactile and accepting of her new mistress, for she stood demurely with her head bowed. Aara wondered if the thrall was tamer than she first thought?

There was something about the Jap's severe fringe, cute doll-like face and healthy body shape that attracted her to the youngster. She had a dimple in her chin, which added to her sassy appearance, along with high cheekbones and an incredibly smooth, straight nose with narrow nostrils. Gorgeous lively brown eyes and let-me-suck-your-cunny, pouting lips, made it difficult to drag her eyes away from the Japanese youngster's face.

"I was very impressed with your efforts, Moko," she announced. "So I'm going to ask your master, Sheik Taz, if we can agree a price. My brother hasn't got a Jap in harem and I think you would enhance his range of concubines," she said matter-of-factly. "You may kiss me girl if you approve of such an arrangement."

The girl couldn't speak because of the gold shock collar she was wearing. Her expression changed to confusion and she didn't move a muscle.

Aara was furious. "Thrall, your Mistress's father, Hashim Taz, owes me more than one favour, so let me leave you in no doubt that before the day is out, you'll belong to my brother; and if you don't change you attitude his manservant will! Kiss me girl."

The nubile youngster stepped forward and planted her lips on Aara's and gave her a passionate kiss, whereupon the heiress grabbed her head and responded with unbridled aggression. Their heads twisted first one way and then the other, while Aara dominated the thrall with her powerful tongue.

The pair finally broke apart. "Better, girl." She rose to her feet. "Come, we have to be going."

She jerked the leash and led the way back onto the landing. Aara was pleasantly surprised at the girl's reaction. She seemed to accept that she was going to be moving to another harem. If Sheik Hashim Taz's price was reasonable, then the girl would be hers and that would be the end of the matter!

 

 

14. Rasha - Heavy responsibility.

 

Rasha Bazzi glanced around the vast conservatory to check on procedures and to see if she could spot where her father was sitting. The well-lit, spectacular room had been set aside for the registration ceremony and was now filled with middle-aged Sheiks preparing to hand in their squad lists for the new Pony-girl season. Most of the Sheiks were sitting with their chosen women, but her father, she noticed, was all alone.

To her left, a set of officials were seated behind a long desk and were in the middle of dealing with Sheik Abdul Murla's registration documents. As the names of the fillies and drivers were entered into a computer, they appeared on a huge plasma screen behind where they were seated.

There was an even larger screen set up in the main reception room, where the majority of the guests were enjoying a huge buffet that she had organized for their benefit. To her right, upon a narrow stage, 4 of her father's thralls were performing an elegant acrobatic display to the accompaniment of a pair of harpists sat in the corner.

The youngster's naked bodies were constantly on the move as they danced, somersaulted, tumbled, flipped and cartwheeled in time with the music. However, the sight of so much pulchritudinous naked flesh hardly distracted the Sheiks from their reams of lists and registration documents.

The svelte young woman threaded her way through the room, acknowledging greetings from her father's friends as she passed by. Salim and his new companion, Ismah, a stunning 19 year old Saudi girl, gave her a friendly wave, but she kept going. Her father had gifted Ismah to Salim in exchange for the loan of Frisky, a lithe European Pony-girl. Salim had promptly promoted the thrall to be his companion.

Only a couple of days had passed, but Rasha was already missing the svelte teenager, for she had spent many intimate hours with the youngster. Ismah was a gifted Sapphic lover and would not be easy to replace in the short term.

They were lucky that Frisky had responded to her training, so her father had in the end struck a good bargain. It was a shame though that he gave away Ismah, for the girl just happened to be her favourite thrall.

Her father, dressed in a light tan mohair suit and red checked keffiyeh headdress, looked miserable; probably because he was having to hand in the papers for a much depleted Pony-girl squad. She touched his shoulder and sat down beside him, determined to cheer him up.

"Father, this has been a great day for the family," she began, reminding him that it was an honour to have hosted the Premier League lunch, along with its associated registration and Pony-girl gala.

The gala was a parade of the 60 or so Pony-girls and their drivers, that would be competing in the new season's fixtures. Then afterwards, there was the small matter of the challenge event; an unusual contest between two men and two women, racing novice ponies. Rasha had teamed up with Aara Jahid and her brother Abdul would join Salim Husni. It was a fun event, but she knew that all four participates would take it seriously.

Her father, Sheik Jabir Bazzi, returned a weak smile. "Yes it has darling, thanks to your brilliant organization skills, but I'm still left with the weakest squad I've ever entered for a Premier season."

"I know father," Rasha sympathised. "But Salim has loaned you Frisky until Deena and Meefta have recovered from their injuries.

It was a double blow to her father to lose his two best fillies to quite serious injuries, with just two weeks to go to the new season. Deena was his top singles runner and Meefta a superb partner for Lishtar in the doubles. With Inbar, Aliya and Lishtar, the team had provided her father with his best ever season, finishing fifth, just 2 places behind Salim.

"Frisky is an athletic animal, but you know she's been having trouble acclimatising to the heat. Never mind, darling, I'll have to start the season with 5 fillies and no reserve."

Rasha regarded her father with massive respect and fondness. He was different from a number of the Sheiks, in that his Pony-girl stables was a modest affair, where he concentrated of training just 6 fillies and 6 stallions. They could accommodate a couple more, but her father believed that quality rather than quantity was the sensible way to go.

"The European filly is getting there. When I took her out for a canter, early this morning, she was moving really well," Rasha was taking a personal interest in Frisky, fully aware that the first Premier League fixture was only 8 days away.