Trained to Obey: Part Four

By Amelia Stark

This is Part Four of ‘The Prince’s Thrall’ Series.
Nadia and Rimsha have arrived at Kiashakan maximum security prison. The girls are split up, with Nadia being taken to the delivery depot and Rimsha to the generating house. This is where the prison’s electricity is generated by naked girls treading a huge metal disk for hours on end. Their performance is monitored and punishments are dished out to the girls if they slacken their efforts.
Nadia on the other hand finds herself being prepared to push a four wheeled delivery trolley all day. She must wear a leather harness and be tethered to the small vehicle so she can propel the trolley efficiently. The young English girl soon finds that the work is exacting and highly embarrassing.
Running around the prison estate with a naked ass, being treated like a Pony-girl, Nadia knuckles down to her task. Noor is the young woman assigned to manage and urge her on so that they keep to the tight schedule. Then, out of the blue, Nadia spots the man who framed her and was ultimately responsible for her 20-year prison sentence.
What is he doing at the prison talking to the governor? Does he have something to do with the re-education program. Will Nadia, Rimsha and Noor get to compete for a place? Read on to find out as the three girls struggle against the odds and suffer sadistic treatment in the process. Because this book contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and punishments, it is only suitable for mature adults over the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Stark
• Release date: Apr 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463074244

Amelia Stark

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Introduction to Part Four.

Nadia and Rimsha have arrived at Kiashakan maximum security prison. The girls are split up, with Nadia being taken to the delivery depot and Rimsha to the generating house. This is where the prison’s electricity is generated by naked girls treading a huge metal disk for hours on end. Their performance is monitored and punishments are dished out to the girls if they slacken their efforts.

Nadia on the other hand finds herself being prepared to push a four wheeled delivery trolley all day. She must wear a leather harness and be tethered to the small vehicle so she can propel the trolley efficiently. The young English girl soon finds that the work is exacting and highly embarrassing.

Running around the prison estate with a naked ass, being treated like a Pony-girl, Nadia knuckles down to her task. Noor is the young woman assigned to manage and urge her on so that they keep to the tight schedule. Then, out of the blue, Nadia spots the man who framed her and was ultimately responsible for her 20-year prison sentence.

What is he doing at the prison talking to the governor? Does he have something to do with the re-education program. Will Nadia, Rimsha and Noor get to compete for a place? Read on to find out as the three girls struggle against the odds and suffer sadistic treatment in the process.

Because this book contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and punishments, it is only suitable for mature adults over the age of 18.

Contents of Part Four

4.1 ~ Rimsha: One.

4.2 ~ Rimsha: Two.

4.3 ~ Noor: One.

4.4 ~ Noor: Two.

4.5 ~ Nadia: One.

4.6 ~ Rimsha: Three.

4.7 ~ Nadia: Two.

4.8 ~ Nadia: Three.

4.9 ~ Noor: Three.

4.10 ~ Noor: Four.

4.11 ~ Nadia: Four.

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4.1 ~ Rimsha: One.

My thoughts were with Nadia as Haniya and I followed Noor out of the Governor’s office and along the open air corridor. We turned left and headed away from the old fort, down a road that was made of compacted earth and sand. I could imagine that if the wind got up, the modern part of the prison estate would be a dusty place to live.

The shitstorm around myself and Nadia was caused by some extremely powerful people, way beyond the circles I moved in. I didn’t blame Nadia for us being in prison, for I had broken several laws and knew the risks. However, Nadia fell into a carefully planned trap and I was being dragged down with her.

Her actions turned what might have been a year in a local prison to twenty years in a high security hellhole like Kiashakan. It was true that I had flouted Dubai law for some time, but I was below the radar until Nadia accepted the invitation to canoodle with a member of the ruling family. What had been a very lucrative business, turned to dust in a matter of hours.

How long have you been a privileged girl Noor? I asked the sprightly youngster who seemed full of energy.

Not long. I’ve only been here a year.

What do you have to do to win their trust?

She grabbed her crotch. What do you think?

I nodded knowingly. Where are we going?

The Generator house… She lifted her arm and pointed at a building on our left. We’re here…

There were two steps up to a pair of double doors. The moment she opened one, a deep thrumming sound filled the air. We entered an anteroom which had a bench either side and a door facing us. There were strange looking boots on the floor and several pairs of headphones on one of the benches. Stacked on the other bench was a pile of white garments that looked like cotton leotards.

Looking at the wall, I guessed there was thirty pegs, most of which had female maroon uniforms hanging from them. The far door opened and a male prison officer came through to meet Noor. He was carrying a thin, black, flexible stick.

What have you brought me, Noor?

Two rookies for you, Sarge. This one is Rimsha and the other one is Haniya. I think these two are fitter than most of the lazy donkeys I normally bring you. She unclipped the cable from our collars and wound it around her hand.

He walked up to her and studied her face. Are they as fit as you?

Maybe, Sir.

I hope so. Generation was down six percent yesterday.

You need to show them the ropes, Sir.

Fair enough. Are you flying or do you want a spell on the wheel?

She chuckled nervously. Sorry, Sarge, I’ve got to get back to the Governor’s office.

You were one of my best girls. What have they got you doing now?

I’ve been transferred to transport, she relied.

Donkey work?

Nah. I’m going to be in charge of two more newbies who came in with these two. I’ve got to go, Sir.

He saw Noor to the door, gave her ass a pat, then pointed at the stack of leotards. You two, get changed into a body suit.

We were only wearing the loose shorts and singlet, so it only took us seconds to strip under the watchful eyes of the officer and hang our clothes on a hook. I picked up a leotard and discovered it wasn’t going to cover my butt cheeks. It looked too small for me, so I went to look at the others.

Switt! Owww! I exclaimed, when the officer swatted my bare ass with his stick.

They’re all the same size, girl. Put it on.

The leotard was very tight. The upper part squashed my tits, while the gusset strap pulled tightly into the cleft of my labia and ass crack. Okay, find a pair of shoes that fit.

We sat down and checked out the sizes of the heavy black trainers, the like of which I had never seen. After I had picked a pair and laced them, I stood up and found they were comfortable and gave my ankles good support.

Grab a pair of headphones and follow me, he instructed us.

The guard opened the door and led us into the building which smelt like urine and sweat. The noise was constant and it was coming from a huge circular structure. It was stationery, but girls, wearing leotards, were literally running on a rotating disk as though they were the stylus needle on a vinyl record, on a turntable. The structure was divided into 24 segments. I knew that because each wedge-shaped cubicle was numbered, and we were facing numbers one and twenty-four.

Both cubicles were occupied by girls who were bent slightly forward because their gloved hands were holding a low bar. The officer approached cubicle number one and encouraged us to