Trained to Obey: Part Seven

By Amelia Stark

This is Part Seven of The Prince’s Thrall Series.
When Nadia arrives at the training camp, she is taken to the processing centre. The young English thrall has to be certificated in one of three categories. She has been sponsored in the top grade – ‘House Thrall’, but if the judges reject her application, she will be downgraded to ‘Manual Thrall’ and will need to attract a new sponsor before moving forward to the auction.
Her confidence starts to wane when the doctor who examines her, casts doubt on her credentials. She is 23, unmodified and becomes aroused too easily. Plus, her recorded crimes, like running a cat house, might put the three judges off giving her a ‘House Thrall’ certificate. Unfortunately, her guardian angel, Mr. Kashif cannot influence the judges, but he has managed to get Emad Marwan on the Valuation Committee.
After a medical, in which her intercourse abilities are measured, she is put to work scrubbing and washing floors until her certification appointment. After slaving away for hours, she witnesses, in the distance, thralls at the ‘Wire’ trying to attract the attention of sheiks and their agents who are looking for a bargain ‘Manual Thrall’.
The thought of flaunting her body at groups of men, to find another sponsor, horrifies her so she determines to impress the judges, so they send her forward to the auction in the ‘House Thrall’ category.
Meanwhile, back at the army camp, Noor, Rimsha, Yasin and Reza are kitted out in Pony-girl gear, tethered to 4-wheel rigs and raced against each other to find out who is the fittest and who will return to Kiashakan.
Because this book contains explicit descriptions of depraved sex acts and punishments, it is only suitable for mature readers over the age of 18

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Stark
• Release date: Jun 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463168059

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Trained to Obey.

Part Seven

By Amelia Stark

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have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no

relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names.

They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known

or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

First Smashwords Edition 02-06-2021

Published by Amelia Stark

Introduction to Part Seven.

When Nadia arrives at the training camp, she is taken to the processing centre. The young English thrall is going to be certificated in one of three categories. She has been sponsored in the top grade – ‘House Thrall’, but if the judges reject her application, she will be downgraded to ‘Manual Thrall’ and would need to attract a new sponsor before moving forward to the auction.

Her confidence starts to wane when the doctor who examines her, casts doubt on her credentials. She is 23, unmodified and becomes aroused too easily. Plus, her recorded crimes, like running a cat house, might put the three judges off giving her a ‘House Thrall’ certificate. Unfortunately, her guardian angel, Mr. Kashif cannot influence the judges, but he has managed to get Emad Marwan on the Valuation Team.

After a medical, in which her intercourse abilities are measured, she is put to work scrubbing and washing floors until her certification appointment with the judges. After slaving away for hours, she witnesses, in the distance, thralls at the ‘Wire’ trying to attract the attention of sheiks and their agents who are looking for a bargain ‘Manual Thrall’.

The thought of flaunting her body at groups of men, to find another sponsor, horrifies her, so she determines to impress the judges, so they send her forward to the auction in the ‘House Thrall’ category.

Meanwhile, back at the army camp, Noor, Rimsha, Yasin and Reza are kitted out in Pony-girl gear, tethered to 4-wheel rigs and raced against each other to find out who is the fittest and who will return to Kiashakan.

Contents of Part Seven

7.1 ~ Nadia: One.

7.2 ~ Noor: One.

7.3 ~ Noor: Two.

7.4 ~ Nadia: Two.

7.5 ~ Emad: One.

7.6 ~ Emad: Two.

7.7 ~ Nadia: Three.

7.8 ~ Nadia: Four.

7.9 ~ Nadia: Five.

7.10 ~ Nadia: Six.

7.11 ~ Noor: Three.

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7.1 ~ Nadia: One.

Where Sergeant Beta went, Noor and I had to go. He woke us early, speared our holes while we knelt on the bed, then after uncuffing us, took us to breakfast in the dining hall, where Sergeant Talar was waiting for us. Dressed in out navy-blue shorts, and light blue singlets, we heated our chicken fried rice in the microwave, then sat down with the Fitness instructors to eat our breakfast.

It wasn’t long before Emad entered the hall, carrying two cases, and brought them over to the table. I’ll leave these here while I fetch my breakfast, he said to the Sergeant.

What’s the assimilation training camp like, Sir? Noor asked Talar once his attention returned to us.

It’s like a prison but different, he replied. You get taught a trade if you stay there for any length of time. Trouble is there’s so many feral sprogs like you, the camps are full to overflowing.

I’m a reformed character, Sir, Nor said cheekily.

The muscular Sergeant paused with his coffee mug near his lips. Reformed? You don’t know the meaning of the word.

Is the camp far, Sir? I asked.

No, It’s about a twenty-minute drive. This base and Al Qoua ATC come under the same military jurisdiction.

What sort of training do the inmates get? Noor asked.

At our ATC? Sewing, needlework and respect for authority. They make military uniforms there."

Emad arrived with his tray and placed his plate next to mine. After removing the other items, he put the tray on the floor under the bench and sat down beside me.

Have trouble getting up, Emad? Talar asked him.

No, but are all the beds so hard on this base?

Sergeant Beta laughed. You city boys fall apart when your luxuries are taken away.

While the Sergeants joked around and gave Emad a hard time, Noor and I gazed at each other. Sometimes smiling, sometimes pulling faces, we laughed at each other and were thankful we had some memories. We had a good night together, thanks to Sergeant Beta, but we were about to go our separate ways.

As soon as Emad finished his breakfast, Sergeant Talar led us out of the dining hall and across to the large shed where the blue box containing the restraints had been placed. The first item he picked out was a maroon tunic, which I had to swap for the shorts and singlet I was wearing. The others watched me change in the cool early morning air. It was another beautiful day, but it was only 7am so the low sun wasn’t giving off a lot of heat.

As soon as I had changed, Beta took the items from me, then Sergeant Talar padlocked the chain belt around my waist and closed the handcuffs on my wrists. The leg irons consisted of a short heavy-duty chain connecting two leather cuffs. When the muscular fitness trainer knelt to fasten them in place, Noor took the opportunity to come closer and give me a friendly kiss and a hug.

I’ll be coming tomorrow, Na, so I’ll see you then.

I’m sure you will. I’ll warn the camp…

She laughed and poked me in the tummy, knowing I couldn’t defend myself because of my restrained wrists. I’ll get you back.

Time to go. They’re expecting you before eight, the fitness instructor said.

Thanks, Beta. See you tomorrow Noor… Talar took hold of my upper arm and led me away, toward the corner of the shed.

See you soon, Na, Noor shouted just before I turned the corner.

I was sure that she would be chosen by the selectors. If they didn’t, then they were fools. Our transport was an army Humvee. Sergeant Talar opened the passenger door and helped me in by scooping me off my feet and sitting me on the back seat. Emad went around the other side and climbed in beside me with his cases.

The handsome young solicitor was wearing a grey suit, white shirt and maroon tie. He looked like a rookie on his first case. I was glad he was accompanying me and that he was going to join the government’s VLD team. While the huge vehicle sped through the desert, Emad tried to explain his role without making it sound too awful.

Having to value girls, then put them up for auction, was contrary to every value of western society. However, I was in the Emirates where it was still a fact