Paradise Isle Their Deal Pt 16

Paradise Isle, Their Deal Pt. 16

(Fetish, pierce, chastity, consensual, Ponyplay, Paradise Isle) Slavery - No

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts The Deal, first.

Silvia was excited and pleased, while Hailey was nervous and worried as they headed out for the big meeting with the Prince. All Hailey wanted to do was get it over with, get back home and be rid of the slave trappings, and the bells.

And she wanted the key to her pussy cover, too. That whole thing made her angry. She had no intention of being, or staying, locked away.

As long as she was able to secure her key, she decided she could live with the cup that covered her sex. It was a better option than walking around with her pussy held open.

She found the robe, the Abaya she was wearing to be little different from a bath robe, but she wasn't used to wearing things like that, at least not lately, and not out in public. So, it took some getting used to. And as her hands were cuffed, Sylvia had buttoned the thing closed over her arms. The empty sleaves were tucked into small pockets at her waist.

When a limo pulled up, Hailey hurriedly said farewell to Connor inside the house, before she followed Silvia out the door. She delightedly loaded the slave girl into the back seat, as the driver watched impassively.

The big limousine took them to the hotel and a private side entrance where two big and swarthy guards in black suits met them and escorted them through the door and into a private elevator. A couple minutes later, the two girls were deposited into the grand, top-floor penthouse.

Hailey resisted the urge to stare at the opulent space, not because she was playing her part as a timid slave girl; she just didn't want to appear the peasant.

As soon as they stepped out, they were met by an Arab man, dressed in a perfect London-tailored suit. He greeted them in perfect Oxford English.

"Good day, ladies, it's so nice of you to attend the Prince like this. We truly appreciate it. My name is Malik, and I'm his majesty's business manager. He asked me to greet you and make you comfortable. He'll be with you in a few minutes."

"It's also a treat to see you in person Miss Silvia. We've spoken on the phone and by email, but it's a pleasure to meet you in the flesh," he said as he looked her up and down. She blushed.

He then looked at Hailey, with an even more penetrating stare. "And you must be Hailey, Miss Silvia's slave girl. The Prince is anxious to see your decorations."

Hailey hated being called Silvia's slave, but she had promised to behave and play along.

Malik ushered them into the suite's expansive sitting room was bright, with broad windows that overlooked the city.

The Prince smiled at them as they entered, but he didn't get up to greet them. Hailey had to admit, the guy was handsome and appeared charming. He was dressed in a simple white thobe.

She guessed that he was in his late thirties - the perfect playboy...

There were also two women, properly dressed in full robes, sitting quietly in chairs across the room.

Malik introduced Silvia to the great man. He spoke to her about her designs and their business arrangement, all the while staring at Hailey. Malik hadn't said anything about her. Apparently, slave girls were of interest only as eye candy. And probably sex.

The Prince, Malik and Silvia spoke for several more minutes, before the man pointed toward Hailey.

"Let me see," he ordered.

"Yes, your highness," Malik said as he stepped over to Hailey. He spoke quietly to her, in almost a whisper. "Just stand still, and remain quiet." Then he reached up and removed the scarf thing from her head, and after tossing it aside, he began unbuttoning the robe, from her neck down, until it was sufficiently open to allow him to simply push it off her shoulders, so it could fall to the ground, as in an unveiling.

Hailey, used to being naked, didn't react.

She did glance over at the Prince, and saw that he was clearly enjoying the sight of her.

The two women in the corner began whispering to each other excitedly, but not in English. She couldn't understand a word.

Malik helped her step out of and away from the pile of fabric, while the Prince stood up and walked slowly over to her, stopping about five feet away.

Hailey began to feel embarrassed; he was examining her as if she was a new Rolls Royce. And that made her angry too - she wasn't for sale. But she was also scared of the man. She knew he had more money than Elon. And it suddenly occurred to her that he didn't need to buy her, he could simply kidnap her, and haul her back to the Middle East as a real slave girl, on a whim, if he wanted.

His Highness examined her like that for several long minutes. He studied her slowly from head to toe. Then he signaled with a waving finger for Silvia to spin her around.

Hailey understood what he was asking but it wound up being awkward to perform the maneuver with Silvia controlling her by the leash.

As she spun slowly, she wondered if he was looking at her body, or her decorations. She had assumed she was there to show off Silvia's jewelry, but now she began worrying that the Prince was after her.

When she was back facing him, he turned to Silvia and held out a hand. "Is she trained?"

Silvia answered promptly, "yes, your highness. She'll behave." And handed over the leash.

He smirked. "Not many Western women are." Then he reached out to grab Hailey's left breast.

It was all she could do to not pull back or protest, but she remained afraid of the guy, and his goons, so she just stood still and allowed him to grope her.

He massaged her breast, then played with her bells, giggling as they jingled. Finally, he hooked a finger through her ring and pulled and twisted. It hurt and her expression told him it did. But he just chuckled.

"She's delicate. I like that."

He twisted again, and she groaned again.

He smiled, let go of her ring, and then tapped one of the bells, making it jingle.

When his hand roamed down toward her sex, Hailey shivered, and moaned in protest. He responded by pulling her leash tight.

"She's skittish," he mumbled.

Then handed the leash back to Silvia. "Have her lay on that table top. Legs spread, so I can see what you've done with her crotch."

Silvia leaned in and whispered to Hailey, "you're doing a great job, almost over." Then she coaxed and nudged Hailey to lay back on the cold surface of the room's dining table.

Hailey wound up on her back, knees up, legs spread and heels on the table's edge. It was a terrible and humiliating position.

She stared up at the ceiling, consoling herself with the knowledge that her pussy was locked away behind Silvia's chastity cup. He wouldn't get to see her sex.

"Tell me about her protection," the Prince said as he stepped up to look.

"Her decorations include a locking chastity cup; you can see it there between her legs. She cannot remove the thing. It's securely locked and only you would have the key."

"Or one of his servants," Malik interjected, unnecessarily.

Hailey realized that he was there, too, staring at her crotch. Shit!

"Does the arrangement also block access to her rear hole?"

"Yes, your highness. She can defecate, but the bar prevents penetration." Silvia replied.

"That rod cannot be removed? Her ass is denied to all, even me?"

"Yes," Silvia replied, weakly.

"Hmm," he muttered, seeming displeased.

Hailey wasn't.

Finally, he stepped back. "I do like the other aspects of your design. Your work is both attractive and functional."

The Prince then reached around and gently took Hailey's leash from Silvia's hand, and pulled slave Hailey to her feet. He used his hold to walk her around the room and spin her, examining her in front of the bright windows.

Hailey just went along, nervously hoping that it would all end soon, and they could get out of there. She also hoped that nobody was watching through the windows.

Apparently pleased with what he saw, the Prince shifted his hold sliding his hand up the leash close to her throat, tilting her head up. "Do you enjoy your decorations, girl?"

"Yes, sir." She answered, meekly without making eye contact.

"Even your chastity cup?"

"No, sir."

He laughed. "You are a tease, then."

Silvia spoke up. "I believe she has no choice in that, your highness. She does enjoy showing off her beautifully decorated body, but my jewelry prevents her from sharing her pussy with anyone."

He laughed again. "All women are teases. That's why we keep them covered."

He then turned from Hailey and handed the end of the leash back to Silvia.

"I do believe that your jewelry line will be a success. Many of my acquaintances will be interested in purchasing similar designs for their women."

And with that he spun on his heel and walked out, into some adjoining room.

Malik followed, after telling them to wait.

The two of them stood there quietly, watched by a couple guards who had come in as soon as the Prince and his lackey had left.

Tired of standing, Silvia led Hailey over to a couch where they both sat.

Settled, Silvia leaned in close to Hailey, and whispered, "that went well. Thank you for being such a good slave girl."

Hailey grunted, "I just want to get out of here."

Silvia chuckled, "me too. That guy is awfully intimidating."

Malik returned alone, about ten minutes later. By then Hailey was even more anxious to leave. She was dying to get dressed, get away, and stop having to pretend at the submissive sex slave role.

They stood up when the assistant came back in. He walked straight over. "Miss Silvia, the Prince is Indeed pleased and impressed by your creations, and has instructed me to implement the proposed agreement with you and that jewelry company. The contracts and payments will be signed this very day. Congratulations. You have made a powerful friend and will enjoy a lucrative arrangement."

Hailey could see how overjoyed Silvia was at that news. It was written all over her face. She smiled brightly, and even leaned over to give Hailey a kiss on the cheek.

But Malik wasn't done. "There is one other aspect his highness asked me to negotiate. He would like to take ownership of your slave girl. He is smitten with Hailey's looks. His last Caucasian slave girl was a disappointment, and he believes this girl," and he reached over to caress Hailey's arm, "could quite possibly replace her in his harem.

"And, of course, he adores her decorations."

Hailey, horrified by the proposal, began protesting, loudly and vehemently. "No way! I am not for sale."

Malik frowned, and signaled to one of the guards. Who in just a few long steps rushed over and grabbed her by the back of her neck with one huge paw.

She cringed, shut up and tried to twist away, but he held her tightly.

With his free hand he reached around and jammed a ball gag into her mouth before she could think to resist, and then buckled a strap around her head to hold it in place.

She was absolutely stunned and terror stricken! The goon had gaged her like it was a normal function. Not only was it uncomfortable and hateful, its presence scared the hell out of her - making her feel even more helpless - like a real slave.

While she was being gagged, Malik had grabbed her leash, like the Prince had done, up near her throat to better hold her head in place.

He continued to hold her like that. "Hush slave girl," he said calmly. "Your opinion is meaningless."

Then he turned back to Silvia.

"As I was saying, the Prince wishes to purchase this girl."

Silvia who was also shocked, stood there for a few seconds before responding. "I'm sorry but Hailey isn't for sale."

Hailey, now crying, was hugely relieved. This can't be happening, she thought, it's become a nightmare.

Malik seemed surprised. "Oh? I understand that she's a favorite. But his majesty has authorized me to offer three million dollars for her."

Hailey was stunned by the huge sum. Good God, could Silvia turn that down?

"Of course, we'd like to take immediate possession," Malik added. "And, by the way, this purchase will have no effect on the contract for your lovely jewelry designs."

Hailey was now absolutely horrified; she stood there sobbing and shaking. She was terrified they could actually do it. Kidnap her and take her to Quatar or wherever, in a private jet, never to be seen again. She'd become a true slave girl!

Silvia, stunned herself by the proposition, and the amount offered, was pleased with the commitment to the main deal. She certainly didn't want to lose out on that! And all that money - pure cash, was hard to refuse. But she knew she'd have to turn it down. Hailey wasn't hers to sell.

For a moment she wondered if Connor, or even Victoria would agree to sell her. After all, Hailey was more theirs than hers. But she rejected that idea - never happen.

"I'm sorry, but Hailey is actually shared by me and my sister. And I'm certain that she would never agree to part with her. Hailey is her favorite toy."

Hailey breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Silvia was a bitch, but she wasn't that evil or that greedy to give her up.

Malik looked quite disappointed by the refusal.

"I'm certain the Prince will be saddened if we do not complete this small arrangement. I believe I could offer that amount, three million, to each of her owners, both you and your sister.

"Please call her, and see if she'd be interested."

Holy shit! Hailey thought, I'm worth that much to him? Damn!

Stuck, and knowing it could never happen, Silvia stood up and dug out her phone. She glanced around, obviously looking for somewhere private to make the call.

Malik, understanding, graciously directed her to a door that led into an adjacent and empty bedroom.

Inside, she reluctantly called Victoria, and explained the offer to her disbelieving sister.

"Of course you can't sell her! What were you thinking? Why even call and ask?" Victoria yelled over the phone.

Silvia mumbled an apology, closed out the call and went back into the other room, where Malik and Hailey were both waiting, expectantly.

Hailey, of course, remained terrified. For that kind of money would Silvia, or even Victoria, turn her over to these people?

Malik was again disappointed, and Hailey relieved, when Silvia explained that Hailey wasn't for sale. At any price.

He though, didn't give up. He tried to talk Silvia into going through with the deal. Promising that there would be no complications and that the Prince just might provide even more rewards should the slave girl perform well, back at the palace.

Silvia continued to graciously refuse his sales pitch. And while she did, she quietly reached over to take the leash from the man, and turn Hailey, so she could unbuckle the strap and pull the gag out of her mouth. She casually handed it to the hovering guard, who accepted it and then stepped back.

Hailey groaned and fussed as she exercised her jaw, and wiped at the drool that surrounded her mouth. But she didn't say anything.

Eventually, dissatisfied, Malik gave up. "My Prince will be upset, but I warned him that Americans don't sell their slaves. He'll get over it, and he does already have several."

"Wives or slaves?" Silvia asked, tartly.

"Both," he answered, with a frown. In his world it was nothing to joke about.

Resigned but still unhappy, he thanked Silvia for her visit, and told them they could go. Silvia hurriedly dressed Hailey back in her robes, and led her out. Both of them were hugely relieved to be getting out of there.

The two goons escorted them down, hovering over them, intimidatingly. Hailey worried that they could still just grab her and haul her back to Arabia. But it didn't happen.

She and Silvia loaded into the limo and didn't exchange a single word as they rode back to Victoria's, arriving without further incident.

Throughout the drive, Hailey couldn't get over how close she'd come to becoming a real harem girl. She'd never imagined that even possible. It had always seemed like some childish fictional fantasy. But apparently the nightmare was a real possibility, and she'd come awfully close to living it for real.

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At last, the driver pulled up in front of Victoria's home and helped them out before speeding off, job done.

The pair felt even more relieved being safely back at the estate.

As soon as they walked in the door, Hailey grabbed Silvia and demanded that she remove the leash, collar and the restraints. Feeling upset and guilty, she quickly took them off, one-by-one.

All the while Silvia split her time between apologizing for the fright and thanking Hailey for so successfully playing her part.

After removing the slave components, Silvia ran into her cottage and returned with a couple tools which she used to cut all of the bells from Hailey's body.

Getting rid of those helped Hailey calm down, and feel a little better about the ordeal.

Connor who had been hovering, not wanting to interrupt while Silvia worked on his wife, listened as Hailey provided some of the frightening details of the adventure with the Prince. He grew angrier and angrier as she told of her treatment.

"Damn it, Silvia!" he blurted out at one point.

He was mollified by how apologetic she was about that aspect of the visit.

He was also astounded by the amount of money offered for his lover. He understood what a near thing it had been. With that amount of cash being offered, it was clear that the mighty Prince was serious, and with his wealth and connections a kidnapping could very well have occurred.

And he knew that even if he'd been there, he couldn't have done much to stop it. Shit!

Victoria and Daisey had also been standing nearby, watching and listening. The more they heard the more upset they became as well.

As soon as Silvia finished removing the bells, and thanking Hailey for the hundredth time, she pulled her sister aside and quietly, tried to explain to her about the offer and the call. Victoria, of course, was pissed, and she scolded her crazy sister for allowing it to happen.

Silvia maintained that she had been as surprised and shocked as Hailey.

Hailey and Connor eavesdropped on that exchange for a couple minutes before Connor pulled his wife into a strong and possessive hug, doing his best to calm her and ease her fears. She held onto him and cried, gently, relieved that the incident was over.

They were still standing, holding onto each other when Silvia, finished with her sister, headed off toward her cottage. It was obvious to all of them that she too was upset, and feeling frustrated and harassed.

Hailey broke away from her man's embrace to call out. "Silvia, there's one more thing. Where's the key to the cup?"

"Oh, Victoria has it," she replied without turning.

"Why?"

Silvia stopped and turned, exasperated. "Hailey, I left it here so the Prince couldn't get his hands on it.

"To protect you." Then she spun and disappeared into her lair.

Hailey swung around to look at Victoria, who smiled, angelically, and then stepped in to pull her into a hug and kiss her, lovingly. Hailey kissed her back, but not all that esthetically.

Connor just stood by and watched; he wanted to be holding his wife but didn't want to interrupt. Perhaps Victoria could help calm his lover.

When they broke off the kiss, Victoria took her turn to apologize for the scare. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm certain my sister didn't know that slave sale thing was going to happen.