Trained to Obey: Part Eight - The Penultimate Part

By Amelia Stark

This is the 8th and Penultimate Part of ‘The Prince’s Thrall’ Series.
The Prince is desperate to acquire Nadia but Nadia’s application in the ‘House Thrall’ category has been rejected by the judges. Instead, she has been downgraded and issued with a ‘Manual Thrall’ certificate. Now that Nadia needs a new sponsor, she must get a place on the benches, at the ‘wire’ fence. This is where the billionaires and their agent congregate and view the thralls.
Before she gets a chance to flaunt her body in front of the buyers, her tattoos and marks need finalizing to indicate she’s a resident thrall, owned by the state. The last thing Nadia wants, is to be stuck at the training camp where the conditions are even more barbaric than in Kiashakan prison. Collared, corseted and wearing ankle cuffs, with attached hobbling chain, Nadia is immediately put to work cleaning floors during the day and car wheels in the evening.
Meanwhile back at the army base, Rimsha, one of four Pony-girls, is rejected by the Sergeants. This leaves Noor, Reza and Yasin as the three picks to go forward to the newly established, Prince’s Pony-girl stables. However, he wants to see the trio race to find out which thrall is the fastest.
Javid Kashif is furious that Nadia was downgraded, so contacts Emad Marwan to see if he can pull some strings, to firstly get her a ticket, then secondly to influence the secret bids. Emad, however, is far from happy being manipulated, for he wants to keep his place on the VLD team.
Because this book contains descriptions of sexual practices and punishments, it is only suitable for mature readers over the age of 18

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amelia Stark
• Release date: Jun 18, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005187927

Amelia Stark

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Trained to Obey

Part Eight ~ The Penultimate Part.

By Amelia Stark

© Copyright Amelia Stark 2021

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of the author. All characters in this book are over the age of 18 and

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 18-06-2021

Published by Amelia Stark

Introduction to Part Eight.

The Prince is desperate to acquire Nadia but Nadia’s application in the ‘House Thrall’ category has been rejected by the judges. Instead, she has been downgraded and issued with a ‘Manual Thrall’ certificate. Now that Nadia needs a new sponsor, she must get a place on the benches, at the ‘wire’ fence. This is where the billionaires and their agent congregate and view the thralls.

Before she gets a chance to flaunt her body in front of the buyers, her tattoos and marks need finalizing to indicate she’s a resident thrall, owned by the state. The last thing Nadia wants, is to be stuck at the training camp where the conditions are even more barbaric than in Kiashakan prison. Collared, corseted and wearing ankle cuffs, with attached hobbling chain, Nadia is immediately put to work cleaning floors during the day and car wheels in the evening.

Meanwhile back at the army base, Rimsha, one of four Pony-girls, is rejected by the Sergeants. This leaves Noor, Reza and Yasin as the three picks to go forward to the newly established, Prince’s Pony-girl stables. However, he wants to see the trio race to find out which thrall is the fastest.

Javid Kashif is furious that Nadia was downgraded, so contacts Emad Marwan to see if he can pull some strings, to firstly get her a ticket, then secondly to influence the secret bids. Emad, however, is far from happy being manipulated, for he wants to keep his place on the VLD team.

Will Nadia find a sponsor at the fence? And, if she manages to get as far as the auction, what future lies in wait for the young English woman?

Contents of Part Eight

8.1 ~ Noor: One.

8.2 ~ Noor: Two.

8.3 ~ Noor: Three.

8.4 ~ Sadaf: One.

8.5 ~ Sadaf: Two.

8.6 ~ Emad: One.

8.7 ~ Nadia: One.

8.8 ~ Nadia: Two.

8.9 ~ Emad: Two.

8.10 ~ Emad: Three.

8.11 ~ Nadia: Three.

8.12 ~ Nadia: Four.

8.13 ~ Nadia: Five.

Sample of Part 9 – The Finale.

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8.1: ~ Noor: One.

As I was the first girl to the resting station, I was the first on the track to record a time. Sergeant Beta led me out of the shelter and down to the track, where he walked me to the start line. Lieutenant Ayad, still dressed in tight, blue exercise panties and a light blue singlet, was in charge of the stopwatch.

Beta stood facing me. You’re only going to be timed for one lap of the track, Noor, so you can give it your all. Afterwards, you’ll get an hour’s rest and more energy drink. First though, you’re going to jog one lap, then when you pass the start line, Lieutenant Ayad will start the stopwatch. He held up the crop he was holding. I will give you some encouragement, but I won’t trigger the dildo’s high jolt unless I think you’re slacking. He showed me a wristband he was wearing. It had a small square controller attached to it with four buttons. I need to test the lower setting though before we set off.

I shook my head, but it didn’t make any difference, for after climbing into the rig and picking up the reins, he triggered it.

Uhhhh, I grunted when a sharp piercing shock shot up into my belly.

I instinctively stepped forward and kept walking while wee dribbled down the insides of my legs. It was dreadfully embarrassing and a shocking method of making me run faster. I certainly didn’t want Sergeant Beta to trigger the cracker-plug dildo again. I knew from my experience with them in Kiashakan that they were an effective tool even if they weren’t triggered very often.

My legs felt strong as I jogged around the first bend and entered the back straight. The rig felt heavier while the day was getting hotter, but it was the metal studded monster in my rectum that bothered me the most. I coasted along the back straight and began to relax. As I did, I thought about Nadia and wondered how she was getting on at the training camp. She deserved a break and got it by avoiding having to race while trussed up like a Pony-girl.

When I came out of the final bend and headed for the start/finish line, I gradually increased my speed. I felt encouragement through the reins and a flick on the ass from the crop.

Good, girl. Hit the right speed as you cross the line.

Lieutenant Ayad was on the inside of the track, holding up the stopwatch. Go, Noor, she yelled as I passed her.

Good, pace, Noor, Beta yelled while flicking the reins all the way round the bend. Lengthen your stride and pace yourself…

He remained patient as I strode along the back straight, towing his heavy body and the lightweight rig. I was experiencing something unique that was difficult to put my finger on. I had never had any real freedom and only ever found a purpose in life when I arrived at Kiashakan.

Hauling the big man behind me was hard work but there was something about trying to achieve a goal that appealed to me. I found myself wanting to win the competition for Beta’s sake as much as mine; and I was beginning to think I could do it. Then, halfway round the final bent, Beta forced me to concentrate on the time trial. Whack!

Ahhhh! I yelped.

Concentrate sprog. You’ve got to work harder and win this time trial. Your semi-final will be much easier if you’re the fastest. Whack!

Ahhhh! I cried again just as we entered the finishing straight.

My brutal driver had lashed the crop down on both of my bobbing cheeks to spur me on to an unknown target. But he wasn’t finished, even though tears were streaming down my face. Whack! Whack! Two more brutal blows landed lower, on the lower slopes of my ass, the second of which stung my thrusting cunt lips.

Rrrrrrrrrrr! I cried from the effects of the explosive pain.

My legs were a blur as my brain told them that if I ran faster the blows would miss me. I dipped my shoulders and strained every sinew to shave tenths of a second off the time I was about to record.

That’s my girl, Beta hollered from the lightweight rig.

Brilliant run, Ayad shouted when she stopped the watch, hopefully before I crossed the line.