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within all of them, quite loud and clear. But his newest recruits were the most affected. The girls, Tessa and Emma, who had almost looked at this place as a perverse fairy-tale, now saw how ruthless life here could be and both resolved to do whatever was necessary to avoid such cruel treatment. Marie now had her fears totally confirmed, knowing utter and absolute submission was their only hope, and even then they were in constant danger.
    While the guards coiled up their whips, the Sheik stood up and said, “As you can see, these slaves have just been purged of the mistake they made. Now they will be given the rest of the night to reflect on the errors. Nashita, select four slaves to clean the floor first.”
    Nashita, who was standing behind the Sheik’s chair throughout the whipping, came around and pointed at four slaves who quickly crawled beneath the hanging slaves. Using their tongues they cleaned the floor of the slaves’ urine, not a word was spoken and yet they knew exactly what was expected. This was not lost on Marie. It took them several minutes to finish licking up the pee on the floor, before being ordered to return to their places in the group.
    The guards returned then, carrying metal pipes under their arms. They went to work assembling them into railings that would bisect the beaten and gaping pussies still hanging above the newly erected equipment. Slots in the floor held the uprights behind and in front of them, and with a thin round rail between them, the delirious slaves were destined for more severe suffering. When the punishment devices were secured beneath the slaves, the room watched as the semi-conscious slaves were lowered onto it.
    Shrill shrieks of agony erupted from behind the gags as the brunt of their weight came to rest between their legs. Even though the tension on their legs was eased as they dropped, they could not close them far enough to reach the floor with their feet. When they stopped dropping the guards released their ankles from the chains, and then their toes could barely graze the floor. But then their ankles were pulled up behind their rumps and the shackled together above the bar, leaving them truly dangling above the floor with no relief possible. After a few minutes of incessant wails, they quieted down, merely sobbing uncontrollably as sat astride the unforgiving rods.
    The Sheik eventually stood up and said, “Now onto tonight’s business, we have many clients arriving soon. Those who have scheduled appointments may leave to prepare now. The rest of you will wait for instructions.” Then Omar turned to Ryan and asked, “Would you and your sons like to choose several slaves for your personal use tonight?”
    “Thank you your Excellency, Kifah select two slaves for us,” replied Ryan and then he looked at his sons and said, “You two can pick your own.”
    As Art, Steve, and Kifah moved into the remaining throng of slaves, Marie kept her eyes fixed forward. For a moment she wondered if she and her daughters would be chosen, but once the three passed them to move into the group she knew it would not be. Marie felt a tinge of loss, now fully realizing that Ryan and his sons had fully discarded them. She felt the last mental tie she had to him and his sons sundered at that point and her submission became fully focused on her new owner. She knew that to survive here they would have to discard their time with Ryan and move forward, she hoped Tessa and Emma could do what was needed now.
    Her girls, kneeling at her sides, were more tormented by the loss of their trainers than Marie. Being younger and more naïve, their initial bonding with them was harder to sever. Marie had dealt with her fair share of loss through her life, and they had not. They both dared to peek at the slaves Art and Steve picked for themselves, wishing it were them who would spend a long and lustful night with them. And when they each selected a pair of blondes that bore similarities to their