1.1 ~ Nadia: One.

 

I was in a state of shock and remained so while the two men ripped the latex suit from my body. I sat on my haunches while they eased the hood and upper body section off. Then, while I stood on all fours they removed the rest. It was literally like being reborn. Sergeant Talar had rescued me from a fate worse than death.

The moment my hands were free, and the barking collar was removed, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him rugged features. "Thank you, Master, Thank you, Master." I was crying tears of joy and only stopped kissing him when he prised my arms off him and pushed me onto my ass.

"Kateb, pull yourself together. Get on your feet."

With the lady's help, I climbed to my feet, but I was shaky.

Talar handed me a light blue tunic which the lady helped me put on. Then he fitted a familiar gold collar and a set of belt/cuff restraints. I didn't care about the chains, or that my hair was a mess; or that my body smelt of sweat and lotion. I was free of the Puppy suit and wouldn't be entertaining four puppy boys, eight hours a day, for the rest of my life.

The security guard looked disappointed as Talar and the lady led me out of the cabin. We had a long walk around the house to where a small minibus, with blacked out windows, was parked on the gravel lot. As soon as we entered, I saw that another thrall was sitting on the back seat.

I stepped up, but Talar stopped me. "Wait while I fit your leg restraints."

Again, I wasn't fussed. I would accept anything if it meant that I never wore a Puppy suit again. Having secured my ankles, he guided me to the back seat, sat me down beside the young Arab girl and locked my hobbling chain to the floor bracket. Talar backed away and left the van, then went into the house with the lady.

I turned to the youngster beside me. "Hi, I'm Nadia." She must have wondered why I was in a joyous mood.

She had been crying but put on a brave face. "My name is Ziab..." She touched her collar, so I nodded that I understood.

I took hold of her hand and waited 30 seconds. "We will be friends."

She managed a wan smile. "Good, because I'm afraid."

She was cute and had lovely, large brown eyes. Her Prisoner tattoo on her arm, like mine, showed that she was a category three thrall.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "I don't know."

I spotted Talar emerge from the palace, with another thrall, and wave goodbye to the young lady. The dark haired, light skinned thrall was wearing the same light blue tunic with the lion crest. The darkened windows made it difficult to see her face but as soon as she stepped up into the van, I gasped.

"My god it's Masumi!" I exclaimed

Ziab didn't know what was going on. Talar fitted Masumi's leg irons, then led her back and sat her down beside me on my left. He secured her hobbling chain to the floor then lifted his head.

With his arms resting on the backs of the single seats, left and right, he looked at each of our faces in turn. "My god, what a rabble. Somehow, I've got to mould you three into ruthless winners on the racetrack. The Master will expect nothing less."

"Who is our Master, Sir?" Ziab asked.

The Sergeant turned to the transformed wife of Salim Husni. "Sumi, who do you all belong to?"

"Prince Emidi Al Ruktoum, Master." I couldn't believe my eyes or ears. In one hour, the beautiful wife of Salim Husni had been transformed into a bedraggled thrall.

Sohail Talar nodded. "Correct, Sumi. You are all Prince Emidi thralls and will wear his crest with pride." He tapped the blue lion, with fiery eyes, on his shirt. "Perform like lionesses and I'll be your friend. The one thing you want to avoid is making an enemy of me. Are you going to be lionesses?"

"Yes, Master," we said in unison. "I will," I said on my own and I meant it...

The minibus pulled away and because Sergeant Talar had seated himself in front of us, we remained silent for the journey. In fact, I managed to doze off for a while and only woke when the driver arrived at a security gate and stopped. There was a wait for the automatic gates to open, then 50 yards further on, there was a second check point which was manned by an armed guard.

We were waved through and drove on in the darkness until we arrived at a low single-story building that resembled a hall for low level sports like flat green bowling or shooting. I was surprised to see Sergeant Beta waiting to greet us at the front of the warehouse-like building. There was a line of blue roller shutters, but the fitness instructor had emerged from a normal door near the corner.

As soon as the driver released the catches, holding our hobbling chains. Talar led Masumi and me off the minibus and down onto the gravel pathway. He returned to the minibus to talk to the driver.

"Driver, do you know your itinerary?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm going to the Al Qoua Assimilation training camp to pick up Hariam and Sadaf, then deliver the three thralls to the palace."

"Correct. Get on with it." The door closed and the minibus reversed before setting off on its journey. "Come on you two..."

Beta led the way into the building, we followed and Talar took up the rear. I was surprised to find that the shed had been sectioned off into rooms. The muscular soldier led us down the central corridor to a room that contained a padded bench and some medical equipment. The partition walls were only 8 feet high while the room was about 20 feet square.

Both men were wearing dark blue cargo pants and light blue t-shirts with the team's lion crest embroidered on them. "Girls, lie side by side on the table and I want absolute silence," Talar growled at us. "Just so you know. Beta and I are no longer in the Army. We are going to manage Prince Emidi's new Pony-girl stables. I'm in charge and only answer to Mr. Kashif and the Prince himself."

We glanced at each other but didn't dare question or anger the soldier. On a bench opposite us lay a crop and tawse. I knew what Talar and Beta were capable of, but did Masumi? We laid down, side by side, knowing that our naked asses were fully exposed to both men. With our hands cuffed at our sides, the fitness instructors could choose which holes to spear.

"Isn't that a sight for sore eyes, Beta?" Talar asked his pal. I'll let you choose."

"Beta laid his hands on Masumi's cheeks. "This thrall's white pussy is inviting..."

"Make it snappy, otherwise the doc will get impatient."

Talar turned his attention to my peach and gave it a cursory feel before releasing his tackle. I didn't begrudge the man the use of my holes because, a couple of hours earlier, he had saved me from a fate worse than death. Dressed in a Puppy-girl suit, I was about to be taken to the rutting kennel and left with one of the guard's Puppy-boys. Nothing could be worse than the existence facing me, living in the Husni Kennels.

Only a week had passed since I was arrested and framed for crimes I didn't commit. I did drink illegally but Mr. Kashif saw to it that I was found guilty of other crimes and sentenced to 20 years in prison. Having spent some dreadful days in a maximum-security prison and then a training camp, I was desperately hoping for the chance to impress Prince Emidi, which was my original intent before I ended up in prison.

By the time Talar steered his cock into my succulent entrance, Beta had established a smooth thrusting stroke in the young Jap's quim. Masumi and I were dressed identically in light blue tunics with dark blue piping, which were the colours of the Prince's stables. The top was so short, neither men had to lift the hem to access our holes.

We were both wearing a full set of thrall restraints. We just had to lie and make the most of the ex-soldier's hunger to satisfy their animalistic desires. It became a race as the men picked up pace and slammed into our posteriors with as much vigour as they could muster.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," I sighed, while in the midst of a powerful, all-consuming orgasm. Masumi too was in the throes as they approached their big moments.

Talar held me firmly while he jackhammered his cock into my youthful quim during his final explosive moments.

After Beta had straightened his clothing, he stroked Masumi's ass. "Sir, this thrall would be more suited to pulling the rigs rather than driving them."

"We'll see. It all depends on her fitness and her weight."

Beta gripped both of her cheeks and gave them a squeeze. "Talking of fitness, Sir, she is a tad soft for competition."

"Bear in mind that Sumi was Sheik Husni's third wife until he loaned her to the Master. She is an experienced driver. If she doesn't make an effort to lose weight, and it will be checked monthly, her thrall ownership will pass to Prince Emidi."

"Ahhh," Beta responded. "Is that likely?"

"I think she can get to within the one hundred and ten pounds that the league have set this year but she'll never get down to the ninety five pounds she weighed the day she was married. Salim Husni doesn't want her back. He knows what he's doing. Come on, we'll prepare Sumi first."

"That's not true, Sir." Masumi said within her five seconds.

Talar walked around the bench, picked up the crop and squatted down so his eyes were level with Masumi's. "I told you I wanted silence. You get two strokes for this transgression. Next time it will be four."

He stood up, gripped her neck with his left hand and raised his right hand. Switt! Switt!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Masumi cried when Talar lashed first one buttock, then the other from his position by her head.

I flinched with each stroke and thanked god I had kept quiet. Masumi cried softly while the sergeant placed the crop between us on the bench, stepped back, then leant against the bench behind him.

I wondered what on earth could have happened to cause Masumi's fall from grace. She looked so elegant and powerful when she arrived at the assimilation fitness camp. A nasty thought entered my mind. Did someone complain about her talking to me in the car park? Her billionaire husband might well have thought her actions bordered on bad behaviour.

"Thralls, listen up..." Talar waited for the Japanese young woman to stop sobbing. "This disused warehouse belongs to Prince Emidi, your Master. You are going to be staying here for three days. On Tuesday, we'll take you to the New Pony-girl facilities at the Prince's Palace in Dubai. Noor, Reza and Yasin are already here. You, like the other three are going to be wearing Pony-girl tack while you are here. I, Mr. Kashif and Prince Emidi want to assess your fitness, compared to the other three thralls. There will be races, but I'll explain the schedule tomorrow."

He reached down, opened a cupboard and withdrew a light blue leather harness corset. "Sumi, stand up so Beta can remove your cuffs and belt."

After she had risen from the bench, Beta unbuckled her wrists and then unlocked the belt. Masumi, of her own accord, lifted her tunic off and handed it to Beta. Meanwhile, Talar had positioned the harness ready for Masumi to lie on it. I lay mesmerized while the young Jap laid down again, roughly in the right position.

When both men, working together, lifted the sides, I noticed that there were three leather cuff-like straps on each side of the back, ready to secure her arms behind her back. The corset was beautiful and the method of restraining our arms was more humane, but that didn't alter the fact that I was minutes away from being transformed into a Pony-girl...