Chapter 1

I have always admired the Muslims generally and the Arabs in particular for the way in which they treat their women. In contrast, I have watched with some dismay the change in the women of my own society. Equality is one thing, but the 'Libbers' want more than that. They are seeking power. Power over us men and they are slowly getting it. It was with great pleasure therefore that I received my posting to Arabia.

I didn't need to work. I come from a background of privilege and plenty. My ancestors were among the most noble of noble houses of Britain and my branch, while not titled, was very wealthy. My own trust fund measured in the millions. But it was traditional that we serve either in the armed forces, the church or the diplomatic service and I chose the latter. I was glad I did for it brought me to my present happy situation of having my own palace complete with slaves and a real life harem.

Yes, I now own a number of beautiful young women whom I may use as I wish ...

I took to my new appointment with my usual enthusiasm. I loved my work anyway, but to be posted to Arabia was a real pleasure. My job was to foster trade relations with the UK and this brought me into contact with many very wealthy businessmen and oil-rich sheikhs and, when the occasion arose, I mentioned how much I admired the way they kept their women in due bounds. I didn't exactly criticise my own country's changing attitude to women but I dare say the impression was there.

As a result, some of them became very friendly and they began to trust me as they realised I was serious in my condemnation of the new permissiveness in women in the western world.

I should here say that I was not-then-into the slavery of or the mistreatment of women. I simply felt the 'liberation' process had gone too far, too fast. Indeed, I didn't even know that women were enslaved in various parts of the world. By the time I found out, I was well and truly hooked into the joys of female submission.

Of course I learned the language as quickly as I could. I had always been good at language and was already proficient in French and German. Learning Arabic was no great feat for me and my proficiency in it was an added factor in my hosts' acceptance of me.

My ambassador had no idea of my views on women. No-one in the service did. I was well aware that I was out of step with most of the rest of society and that if I was to survive in the service, I had better keep my mouth shut. But since I worked largely outside his area of responsibility, my contacts had little to do with him so I was pretty safe.

Anyway, the time came when one of my friends invited me to see over the women's prison in the capital. I was excited as all hell. He had given me no detailed idea of how convicted women were treated here but I guessed it would be pretty severely. I didn't know the half of it and when I did, I certainly didn't mention it back at the embassy!

We drove up to the grim façade of the prison in Ali's limo-a Cadillac, of course. We were greeted by the prison governor most effusively-Ali was a very powerful man indeed and while the governor looked at me somewhat suspiciously since western foreigners had never been admitted before-the views of the West on Eastern methods of punishment were well known, but Ali assured him I was 'safe' and he accepted me then, especially after I had espoused some of my views on women to him.

Only then did he consent to show me around his domain. Although I had a little idea of Muslim ideas of penal discipline-very harsh, I could not have imagined what went on in that place. As everyone knows, women here are kept in a state of near invisibility, at least in public. They wear thick robes that hide their bodies totally and veils that cover all but their eyes from view. For a woman to wear western style dress in public would be scandalous and in fact would land her in serious trouble. Indeed, there were many things a woman could do that would land her in serious trouble: drinking, smoking, speaking out of turn ... Any one of these and thousands of other 'offences' would bring her to this place, her marriage annulled and her future very bleak indeed.

For I was about to discover that prison for a woman here was really a training ground for her real future: slavery! You are incredulous? Of course you are. Well, believe what you wish ...

"Well, Mr Leicester, since you seem to be in accord with our views, perhaps we may now inspect my little kingdom, eh?"

The governor had treated Ali and me to coffee and the little sweet biscuits favoured here. Now we were about to see how women were disciplined in this country. I smiled my thanks at my host. "Thank you, Governor. I know it will be most enlightening ..." The words were fatuous, as words must be in this part of the world. Form is everything ...

He led the way out of the small office block and into the prison proper. Here, in contrast to his office, everything was stark and bleak. The walls were bare stone or concrete or brick (the building was old-but with many new additions) as were the floors. The guards were all big and solid and very grim-looking. They wore khaki uniforms and all had short whips attached to the left side of their belts.

The governor led us out of the building into a large courtyard in its centre. I now saw the building was comprised of four wings built around this huge courtyard and now, for the first time I saw the prisoners. I stared in amazement at them.

They were naked! Yes, every single one of them was stark naked. Not even a rag around their middles! They were exercising ... Boy, were they exercising. They were lined up in rows of twenty and there were at least twenty rows of them. Over four hundred totally naked females all performing knee-bends, etcetera.

As my eyes roved over the parade I noticed about half of them were even more naked than naked. They had been shaved from tip to toe! They looked like store dummies. And even those who had hair on their heads were naked everywhere else. There wasn't a sign of pubic hair-every single vagina was totally exposed to us.

"Well, Mr Leicester, what do you think of my little flock now, eh?" he stared at me and I knew he was challenging me.

"An incredible sight, Governor," I said, my voice as well as my eyes betraying my excitement, I knew. And there was another part of me that was also indicating what I felt about the display of naked female flesh: my cock was straining against my pants, a fact the governor noted with a broad grin.

"Good," he said, then turned to watch as the hundreds of mostly young and very nubile women were made to work their bodies at full tilt. Any sign of slackness and one of the guards who patrolled along the rows would lash at her back with his whip. And when I say lash, I mean lash. The whip cracked as it hit her flesh and she screamed in pain. The whip-cracks and the screams that followed came every few minutes.

"How long do you exercise them, Governor?" I asked.

"Two hours in the morning and two in the afternoon," he replied. He paused then, looking at me carefully and glancing from time to time at Ali. The latter nodded to him and he went on to explain: "You see, Mr Leicester, our female prisoners are not sentenced to any term in jail, merely to imprisonment. Here, they are first stripped, shaved naked, their bodies depilated permanently-and then trained!"

"Trained?" I said, not understanding his meaning.

"Trained," he said firmly. Once I deem each of these females to be properly trained in her new role, she will be sold ..." Again he paused, still not totally sure of me. I knew he would be telling me none of this if it wasn't for the presence of my powerful friend. "Once a woman falls from grace, she is permanently deprived of her citizenship, her marriage (if she has one) is annulled and she become the property of the state. Once I have cowed her rebellious ways and trained her to be a dutiful slave, she will be put on auction and sold to the highest bidder."

I stared at him in awe. I had had no idea such a system existed and I was fairly sure the ambassador didn't know either. How could he? Their judicial and penal system was known only so far as it affected our citizens and if one of our women was arrested, diplomatic moves quickly got her out of the country. Now I understood why the authorities were agreeable to such a course, even if they pretended to reluctance. I decided to ask, if I got the chance.

We stood and watched those lovely creatures working their athletic muscles for another half hour or so and then the governor asked if I would be interested in seeing a couple of prisoners punished. I quickly assured him I would, my cock instantly hard again in my pants. I wondered at this since up to that time I had never harboured any thoughts of disciplining women. I wasn't into the Bondage and Discipline scene, my sexual exploits to that point always being of the most mundane variety.

Now though, perhaps inflamed by the four hundred-odd naked females being forced to sweat and strain at their exercises, I was very definitely interested. He led us back into the building, this time by a different door in another wing. Now, as we moved down the sombre corridor, I heard screams and cries of pain behind partially closed doors. Discipline here must be rigid, I thought.

We stopped at a door and the governor led us in. The room was fairly small; about five metres square, I thought, but it was very high and dangling from its roof were two prisoners. They were naked, of course. The governor had told me once a woman was admitted into this place, she was denied clothing of any kind for the duration. Her nakedness was part of her punishment and for a Muslim woman, that nudity was worse even than for a western woman. I gathered the governor and his guards were not at all put out by the display of naked female flesh, however.

These two were newish prisoners and as such were totally naked, their skulls being shorn of hair as well as their bodies. Only when they were approaching the time of sale were they permitted to grow back the hair on their heads. It too, added to their shame and humiliation as a Muslim woman's hair was indeed her crowning glory and to have it roughly scissored off and then her pate shave to a gleaming nakedness was as bad as being denied clothing.

But it wasn't just their nakedness or that they were hanging from the roof high above that had me staring goggle-eyed at the two females; it was the way they were hanging. Both were dangling upside down, their legs drawn wide open, their hands a good ten centimetres from the floor.

"Look them over, Mr Leicester; you can feel them down, too, if you like. It will add to their punishment ..."

I stared at him, my mind in turmoil. I desperately wanted to do as he suggested but I was a foreign diplomat. Ali came to my rescue. "Go on, my young friend. No-one outside these wall will ever know ..."

I knew I shouldn't, but those two were so beautiful, especially dangling upside down with their sex so nakedly exposed by the permanent depilation of the hairs from their pubes, my conscience wavered. I moved up to the two dangling young women. They looked to be in their late teens or early twenties to me and both were possessed of really lovely bodies. They hung there quite still and I asked the governor how long they had been there.

"Since early this morning. Prisoners under sentence of disciplinary punishment, unlike those you heard in the rooms we passed, who are undergoing only arbitrary punishment by my guards and were brought in to suffer immediate discipline, are brought here at dawn and suspended all day to await their punishment. But go ahead, feel them down, enjoy their flesh ... They will be even more shamed that a western man is fondling them."

I ran my hands down over their athletic thighs and muscular buttocks, wondering aloud at their athleticism. The governor smiled. "Ah, you see, our women are kept covered, but their fathers and later their husbands ensure their bodies are kept in tip-top condition so as to serve them better."

I bent over so my hands could slide down the firm bellies and cup the beautiful breasts, delighting in the softness and yet the firmness of the wondrous orbs. I let my hands move back up to the junction of their thighs and turned to look inquiringly at my host. He smiled again, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes, feel them. Fondle them. Excite them if you can. They know that if they respond, the punishment due to them today will be doubled and they will hang there for another day to receive the second dose tomorrow ..."

I was appalled. I had been excited by the events thus far but this seemed just too far; barbarous even. My face must have revealed my thoughts for Ali now intervened. "It may seem harsh to you, James, but we demand our women are demure and chaste. This is why many men circumcise their women so that they cannot experience orgasm. Accordingly, we train them to respond to our sexual advances only when we permit it. Prisoners are permitted to respond on command only as they are trained during their imprisonment."

I decided to see how good these two were and began to masturbate the left hand girl. She really was lovely. Her skin was a light olive and her shape absolutely magnificent. She had curves and bumps in all the right places and in perfect proportion. Now, as I used my fingers to excite her, she stared up at me from her inverted position. I couldn't read her expression, not only because she was upside down but also her so naked head made it impossible. Without hair, eyebrows and even lashes, she looked quite weird but I later found out she was required to remain perfectly deadpan in our presence. Later, she could cry herself out if she wished. Right now, silence and inscrutability were required.

I didn't succeed, either with her or her partner. I tickled their clits and fondled their breasts, all to no avail. I was glad in one way for while I wanted to see them punished, I thought this added punishment to be a bit over the odds.

The governor saw Ali and me to chairs that would give us a good view of the punishment to come then sat down himself. The guard now stripped off his uniform shirt and I marvelled at his body. I was glad I wasn't going to be the one to receive the cane at his hands for he was a veritable Adonis with muscles that bulged and corded all over his powerful frame. He took up the instrument of correction and now positioned himself behind and to the left of the first girl.