Dream 01.01.2025
A flash, a blinding light. Rammy blinks rapidly, confused, trying to make sense of her predicament. A sharp sting on her butt quickly wakes her up though and she dashes forward. Or so she thinks. Almost immediately she realizes that her ankles are cuffed, linked by a short chain that only allows her very short steps. Another chain connects the ankle chain to her collar, keeping her bent down from her waist. Her arms are tied behind her back, the tight rope cutting through her flesh, her shoulders aching. She wants to lower her head and just let it hang, but a sharp pain in her ass reminds her of the hook connected to her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look forward. Whimpering she tries to look around her just as she hears a swoosh and, almost instantly, another sharp sting on her butt when the thin cane lands on her ass cheeks.
“Move, bitch! You know he doesn’t like to be kept waiting!”
The blonde gasps and starts walking, down what seems to be a long brightly lit corridor. The light comes from the many torches on the walls and reflects back in thousands of tiny sparks from the brightly colored mosaic on the floor, depicting what seem to be hunting scenes and fantastic beasts interwoven with intricate decorative patterns. The man behind her clearly takes pleasure in driving her forward. He cackles as he lets his cane dance on her butt again and again, although the girl clearly does her best to move as fast as she can. Step after step, bent down from her waist, eyes forward, Rammy moves, whimpering and moaning, each lash of the cane leaving a red welt on her butt. As she approaches the end of the corridor, she can hear many voices and music coming closer, drums and flutes weaving earie patterns of oriental music in the background of what seems a merry gathering. A few more steps and she freezes in her place as she eyes the scene before her.
A rather large hall opens before her, taken straight off the fairy tales she has heard as a child. The walls are adorned with intricate tiles in vibrant blues, reds, and greens, featuring geometric patterns, floral motifs, and calligraphic inscriptions in Arabic script, reflecting light softly, creating a serene ambiance. The floor is covered with luxurious handwoven carpets in rich reds, blues, and golds. Low, cushioned divans and sofas, upholstered in fine silks and velvets embroidered with gold and silver threads line the walls, providing seating for the attendees. Then she sees him. On a small elevated platform in the middle of the hall he sits, the almighty Sultan. Surrounded by servants and high-ranking members of his court, his eyes are fixed on her. A cold shiver runs down Rammy’s spine just as the hall erupts in laughter and she instantly lowers her eyes, her face red hot, utterly embarrassed.
Behold, great Sultan, your gift has arrived! A golden-haired, well-trained slave from the lands of the West.
As the voice behind her finishes the announcement, the cane lands hard on the blonde’s thighs. She yelps, her knees bend, pulling painfully on her hook and she struggles to keep herself from collapsing. Trembling, she pulls herself up and starts walking again, facing forward, but with her eyes lowered to the floor, panting. She feels all eyes fixed on her, but most of all, his piercing gaze, like a dagger probing inside her mind. Chains rattling, Rammy pushes herself forward, each small step bringing her closer to the center of the hall. Swoosh, the cane lands on her thighs again. “Eyes forward, girl!” With another loud yelp, she raises her eyes, clenching her teeth, fidgeting on her feet as the pain cuts through her tender flesh and meets the Sultan’s cold, assessing gaze.
He glares at her for what seems an eternity, then slowly stands up and walks towards her. He stops in front of her, his crotch almost touching her face, towering over her. With a swift movement, he grabs the rope connecting her anal hook to her head and yanks it, pulling her closer, pressing her face to his crotch, tugging painfully on her hook. Gasping, Rammy lets out a loud moan and, instinctively opens her mouth, as she feels the man’s bulge behind the rich silk Kaftan, pressing her lips to his member. As the hall erupts in another loud laughter, seeing the blonde’s reaction, the man towering above her sneers.
“Well-trained indeed, it seems!”
He brushes her hair, pushing his crotch forward more, rubbing his growing bulge to her lips.
“I wonder though … “, the Sultan continues in a softer voice
“Can she do better than the last one? Do these golden-haired bitches know how to keep their teeth from touching skin?”
The blonde shudders and stretches her lips covering her teeth, whimpering as the man pulls on her hook again, shifting it painfully inside her ass. She can feel him leaning over. Now his breath brushes her ear and he whispers.
“We will put your skills to the test soon, slave! If I feel a single scratch of your teeth on my cock, you will end up in the kennels, with my dogs’ cocks stuffing your holes, like the bitch you are!”
Flinching, Rammy nods meekly and starts trembling like a leaf, fighting back her tears. Her head starts spinning, her vision blurs and she squeezes her eyes hard as panic grips her. The man’s laughter pulls her back though as she hears him speak up, for everybody to hear.
“We shall see, we shall see… Until then, however, can she dance? Selim! Take these restraints off her and dress her up. She will dance for us tonight.”
The crowd claps and cheers as the man that brought her swiftly removes her bindings, lifts her up and drags her to the empty space before the Sultan’s throne. Before long, two slave girls arrive and cover the blonde in a see-through outfit comprised of thin transparent drapes and ribbons, leaving nothing to imagination. Her breasts are left exposed and she soon understands why. Clamps snap on her nipples with small bells attached to them. Then, small leather cuffs are fastened to her wrists and ankles, each with slightly larger bells attached to them. Next, they place another, even larger bell on her collar. Finally, one of the girls takes out a large plug and pushes it unceremoniously inside her gaping asshole, attaching one last and largest bell to its base. It doesn’t take much for the blonde to understand the set up. The different sizes of the bells make different sounds, tuned to one another in a perfect match of sounds.
The girls retreat, walking backwards, with her heads bowed. The Sultan claps three times and the drums start pounding softly a slow sensual rhythm. The blonde glances around, blushing intensely, then starts dancing. Slowly she moves to the rhythm, swaying her hips, alternatively shaking her breasts and butt. Soon she gets the hang of it and manages to weave melodies with the sounds of the bells attached to her body. The rhythm gradually picks up pace and the blonde follows suit. Oh, she loves to dance, her body swaying lasciviously to the pounding of the drums. Her eyes wander to the Sultan from time to time. As she sees his satisfied look, she lowers herself down, squatting, spreading her legs, her hands grazing her thighs. She sticks her tongue out slightly, licking her lips, staring lustfully at the man who now holds absolute power over her. Tossing her head back, letting her long blonde hair brush the floor, Rammy falls on her knees for a moment, then throws herself back up and spins around, with her hands raised above her head.
The drums pound faster and faster and the blonde keeps spinning. Faster, ever faster, the dance turns to frenzy. Rammy’s body glistens with sweat. She faintly realizes that, at some point, the Sultan stands up and, pulling her head back by her hair, pours something into her mouth, before, with a light spank on her butt he beckons her to keep dancing. And the blonde dances. Panting, spinning frantically, it seems the rhythm possesses her body and her mind. The drums pound in her ears, or is it her own ever-increasing heartbeat? Round and round she spins, or is it just her head that spins? Does she even move or is it the world around her that spins in a frenzy? A flash! A blinding light and … her world goes dark.
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Blinking rapidly, Ramona wakes up. Her head spins, and she closes her eyes again trying to calm down her dizziness. After a while, she opens her eyes again and takes a couple of deep breaths. She is soaked in sweat and she can see the light of day slowly creeping up on her. Almost instinctively her eyes wander down to her breasts and she gasps, her body rocked by a strong shiver.
Ding …