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incongruous delight at her vulnerable state. She moved again and felt a sharp pain between her splayed legs. A sense of total defencelessness sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She thrust her hips upward purposely, and the pain stabbed the soaking lips of her pussy as her movements caused the chains to wrench them further apart. The agony thrilled her but quickly became too much to bear, and she relaxed her body once more.
    She allowed her mind to wander again and, for some reason she began to recall memories of the time when she had witnessed the subjugation of Calema, her lovely young friend. She remembered just how much she had enjoyed the spectacle; little knowing that one day she would find herself in a similar defenceless position.
    She smiled to herself as she recalled how Calema, then barely seventeen and still a virgin, had stood trembling while three handmaidens stripped and oiled her delicate body to prepare her for what was to come. Calema had looked pleadingly at Sahria, but her response was merely to laugh as one of the servants slipped three fingers between the girl’s shaven sex lips and took her maidenhead with a swift, practised movement.
    Calema made no sound, although she was trembling visibly. The dampness between her legs had become very apparent; her open pussy lips glinting like the dew-covered petals of a tiny pink rose. She would have known there was no stopping the ceremony now, and it was clear that she didn’t want to, despite her unmistakable terror.
    Sahria clapped her hands and the girl was blindfolded and then led to a small raised platform in the centre of the room. At each corner was bolted a length of thick chain fixed with manacles, their purpose clear. A wooden frame in the shape of an inverted U stood in the middle of the dais, the apex covered with padded cloth that served to protect Calema’s stomach as she was made to bend over the construction, her wrists and ankles then shackled firmly to the unyielding chains.
    So restrained, she waited, the long tresses of her golden-blonde hair cascading from her bowed head to touch the floor, and her legs held straight and parted so that the sight of her tiny bottom was presented for the assembled company to enjoy. For what must have seemed like an eternity to the hapless virgin the people stood, watching her as she trembled in fearful anticipation, the only sound being that of her quiet, gentle sobbing.
    Sahria knew her friend’s tears were not from fear, but caused by arousal. Delightful interludes with her in the recent past, when their curious fingers had pleasured and probed each other was proof enough of that. The sobs were very similar to the sounds Calema made following orgasm.
    Sahria clapped her hands again and Calema raised her head as best as she could, startled. The Grand Vizier stepped forward, for it was to be he who would have the honour of taking the young girl’s virginity. He ran his hands over the small, firm buttocks, caressing them lovingly. Leaning forward, he planted a wet kiss between them and then ran his tongue down to her forbidden orifice. He lingered there, licking hungrily at the puckered little hole for longer than Sahria felt was necessary, but Calema didn’t seem to mind if her soft moans of pleasure were to be believed. Eventually, however, he moved to press his tongue firmly against the softness of her unsullied sex, the lips of which were already soaked with her juices and the oils administered by the handmaidens.
    She groaned as he licked her there, her buttocks stiffening and her breathing becoming laboured. Expertly, the Vizier’s tongue lapped and suckled at the offered prize, the tip flicking incessantly over the hard bud of her clitoris as he pushed three, then four fingers inside her warmth. She shuddered as he moved his hand up and down, and then sighed with notable disappointment when he moved it away from her.
    ‘I sense that your friend is ready, mistress,’ the Vizier said