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appearance, it somehow made it worse. They were feeling lost and alone in this strange world; their new Master demonstrating a level of cruelty that sorely tested their well-trained submissive spirits.
    In their training they had become accustomed to a more intimate form of bonding with their trainers, now they were just a small part of a large slave population. They knew in their minds that they were subject to the whims of their owners, old or new, but their hearts wanted to serve in a more personal way. Here they had no place to anchor their submission, no person they could bond with on a daily basis, both of them quite sure that their new owner was far too busy to give them what they had been trained to do. This left them emotionally and mentally vulnerable, as if their prior training meant nothing. They did not realize the way they felt would soon help them adapt to this new environment.

Chapter 4: Slaves on Display
     
     
    Once the slaves destined to service Ryan’s entourage were selected, the Sheik intoned, “Bring out the cages.”
    Two gleaming steel barred cages were rolled into the room, one looking like a coffin, low and long lying atop a rolling platform. The other was on a much smaller platform, being tall and narrow, looking barely large enough to hold a person at all. They were positioned in front of the two slaves suffering on the rails, the tall one between the twin rails and the low one in front of both of them.
    The Sheik stepped in front of his new slaves again. He said, “It is time I named my newest slaves,” loud enough for everyone in the room to hear him. Looking down at Marie he said, “Look up at me mother of slaves,” and when she obeyed him he said, “You will be called Samihah, the generous one. What say you Samihah?”
    “Samihah thanks you Master,” replied Marie, now discarding her names, both Marie and slave, pleased with the sound and meaning of her new moniker.
    “The girls,” he said, pointing at Emma first, “shall be called Jada and Jadwa, my gifts from Samihah. Look up Jada.” Jada, nee Emma and cunt, looked up at her new and terrible Master. “What say you Jada?” he asked her.
    “Jada thanks her Master for such a beautiful name,“ she replied, hoping to garner his approval.
    He simply looked over at Tessa and said, “Look up Jadwa, what say you?”
    “Jadwa thanks her Master and pledges her soul to his pleasure,” also wanting to please her owner, desperate now for his acceptance.
    “Well said my children, now Nashita will prepare you for tonight’s festivities.”
    Nashita appeared and removed the chains from Marie and the girls and then she handed them large ball gags. Knowing what was expected from this act, they all fastened the gags into their mouths. Marie’s was a simple red ball gag, but the girls were given gags with small balls for their mouths and large black dildos mounted to the front of their mouths. They were fashioned like real penises, with bulbous heads and twisted veins along the sides, both of them curved downward to just below their chins.
    “Jada, crawl into the low cage and lie down on your back,” Nashita commanded.
    Once Jada assumed that position the two guards who had tormented the whimpering slaves dangling above the floor went to work. Jada’s wrist cuffs were locked to the corners of the cage beside her head and her elbows strapped to bars at her sides. Her ankles were locked to the bottom corners and her knees strapped like her elbows. This left her pussy open and easily accessible. More so once Nashita knelt beside the cage and slipped a clear and hollow glass plug into her anus, locking it to a crossbar on the bottom of the cage. It forced her hips upward slightly, more fully displaying her glistening sex lips.
    Once Jada was secured into the cage, Nashita said, “Jadwa crawl in on top of you sister slave, facing her feet.”
    Jadwa crawled over and into the cage, carefully fitting her knees and arms around her sister’s