I lay staring at the roof rafters in a state of shock. The vast open plan room was strangely quiet and tranquil, in total contrast to the emotions churning around inside my head. My thoughts were jumbled while my body was throbbing with pain in multiple locations; and to make matters worse, I was lying on an uncomfortable, wafer thin, lumpy mattress.

Thirty minutes earlier, Ahmed Quraishi, having finished with me in his mobile surgery, handed me over to Dawid, who promptly escorted me back to my bed in the female thrall accommodation. I hated calling it 'my bed' because claiming it, gave permanence to my thrall status in the Halabi household.

The young lad stood staring down at my naked body; and for once, an Arab male was resisting laying a hand on me; but for how long? Three days earlier, I wouldn't have laid naked in front of anyone, let alone a lad I had only known a few hours.

He folded his arms. "Gina, you are excused duties until morning call at 6 o'clock. That gives you an extra couple of hours in bed."

Trying not to excite the highly sexed young Arab, I lay with my arms by my side and my legs together, straight and toes pointed. I could see the shape of his erection pushing against the front of his long white thawb and wondered how long he would wait before he demanded relief.

Despite looking dishevelled, Dawid was clearly aroused by my vulnerability and nakedness. I had bandages on my upper arms and a large pad on my mons, covering the registration numbers that Quraishi tattooed on me. My areolas and nipples were bright red from being pierced and fitted with chunky one-inch stainless steel rings, while my face was tear-stained from over an hour of non-stop crying.

Raw pain pulsed through my breasts, but the piercing at the top of my pudendal cleft was the worst. I had touched the deep-seated ring and instantly regretted it. The tattoos weren't too bad. There was some physical pain, but it was the mental anguish of having my body permanently marked that crushed my spirit.

"Gina, now you're a Halabi thrall we've got to come to an understanding. When we're alone, I'm your Master. Got it?"

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"I'm waiting for a sign of gratitude, girl."

"Thank you, Master, for giving me an extra couple of hours in bed."

The young Arab was in two minds whether to let me have a rest or have a quickie before the girls returned for their supper at 7 o'clock. He took a couple of minutes to reflect on my condition, but his cock eventually overruled his brain, like most of the men I had encountered in Dubai.

Dawid finally issued the order I feared. "Gina, Sit up."

Tamara, the head thrall, explained, while we were eating our lunch, the rules regarding sex in the thrall accommodation. A decree from Damian, the house manager, forbade any sex, other than oral in the room. However, Tamara warned me about Dawid. He was the head lad, in charge of the male servants. He was able to flaunt the rules, because he was the son of a friend of Sheik Halabi's.

I sighed heavily, then lifted my head and shoulders, while working my ass up the bed. I didn't lean back against the wall because of the heavy chain hanging from a ring higher on the wall.

I was extremely uncomfortable sitting on my sore ass and pussy. They were still throbbing from the thrashing I received earlier. The first stroke, across my tits, had left a thin red welt which was much more visible on my white skin than the aftermath of similar cuts on the other thrall's tits. The final four blows landed in my ass crack and on my thrusting labia lips. It was a brutal thrashing and a shocking wake-up call for me.

Dawid started to slowly lift his thawb, gathering the material at his waist. First his knees, then his strong thighs and finally his dangling balls and erect cock came into view. The lad was well-endowed and was expecting me to compliment him. Arab men had even bigger egos than Englishmen, and after several encounters in Dubai, I was already well-versed in what was expected.

I reached out with my right hand and gripped the base of his shaft. "Master, your cock is huge!" I exclaimed, before turning my head to offer my mouth. When he didn't move, I leant over and pulled his dick down so I could lick the blunt, domed end.

He adjusted his position, so he was standing facing me, then patted my head. "You can do better than that, girl. You've got a free hand."

I reached out and lifted his huge balls, then began to gently massage them in rhythm with my flicking tongue. I was rubbing his crown between my lips, when he pushed down on my head. So, I took more into my mouth and increased the speed.

"That's what I like, girl..."

With both hands busy and using a more aggressive lollypop motion, my ministrations had the Arab lad moaning softly.

"Deeeeeeper," he sighed.

I went down on him, but only a couple of inches, before starting to rapidly thrust my throat onto his rock-solid shaft. I nudged deeper, but I had only devoured about half of his nine inches before I felt the first signs of his ejaculation coming. I thanked God the lad didn't have much staying power.

"Oh yes, oh yes," he gasped, the moment his cock began pulsing powerful jets of jiz deep into my oesophagus.

He withdrew his cock, let his thawb drop and moved to the head of the bed. "Sweet Jap, that was satisfactory and wins you a bonus point. That's between you and me. You see, I can get you treats when you've earned enough points..."

"Thank you, Master. I will do what I can to earn more points."

He reached behind my back and pulled up the chain from behind my bed. It had a small padlock on the end. "Lean forward." Once I had dipped my head, he closed the padlock, connecting the chain to an eyelet on the back of my new collar.

"Is that necessary, Master?"

"Lay down," he said in an angry tone of voice.

I was relieved to be able to return to a reclined position and take the weight off my sore ass. He waited until I was comfortable before continuing.

"Thralls don't question orders. If one of us tells you to do something, you do it without question. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

Dawid hunkered down and placed a hand on my thigh. "If you question one of my orders or something I've said, you will be punished. If you have any bonus points, I may deduct one." His hand slid up to the apex of my thighs and nudged the stainless-steel clamp, causing a jolt of pain in my pussy. "Bonus points are earned if you show willing..."