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AMERICAN
CONCUBINE
(M/F,
Slavery)
Cindy Silver
Eyes
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The young Sultan Hamid
smiled approvingly as the American blonde stood before him at attention, full
of fear, as always. She was ready to please.
And he was ready to be pleased, after a long day of discussing public
policy with ministers twice his age, meeting the Ambassador of France, signing
a new oil exploration deal with Shell, and ordering the killing of a dozen
Islamic rebel leaders. For entertaining
him, he usually chose one or more girls from the harem, which was populated
with gorgeous girls from Arabian lands as well the Christian lands.
Cindy was his pick for the night…
Cindy Cooper was her full name. The young Sultan took great interest in the
backgrounds of his slaves, especially the westerners – they were after all, a
rare delight, even for a ruler as powerful, wealthy, and untouchable as
he. Of course, he tended to forget the
particular details as time went by and the new girl became a permanent fixture
of the harem - a mere plaything to be used whenever fancy struck him. But when they were fresh, in the midst or in
the immediate aftermath of their training as his concubines, the Sultan took
interest in them.
Cindy Cooper was an American, a favorite
nationality of the Sultan for a concubine.
She was of 21 years age, 10 years younger than her Master. The young woman was from California, and had
been a student at University of California at Los Angeles, double-majoring in
History and Marketing, when she was abducted from her apartment. She’d also been an aspiring model, getting
some local jobs, and one rather promising shoot for a
department store swimsuit catalogue.
Conveniently, she had not been noteworthy enough that her sudden
disappearance would invite more scrutiny than is usual. That was one of the important criteria for
the Sultan’s men in America who handled such things. Abducting a young college girl was difficult
and expensive enough; acquiring even a minor celebrity could well exceed the
Sultan’s means despite his notable wealth and powers.
It wasn’t every day that a new concubine
was acquired – Cindy was the newest western girl in the harem, and she’d been
owned by the Sultan for more than six months.
Hamid had to admit his contact in America –
where he himself had gone to college and learned to despise the haughty, uppity
American women – had truly earned his rather sizable fee: Given time, Cindy could have well adorned the
cover of famous magazines. Instead now the young woman adorned his harem. And like all new girls, she’d been one of
his favorites for the past six months.
He knew of course - and enjoyed a great deal – the fact that he was no
favorite of hers…
Hamid
simply made a gesture by his hand – the young woman kneeled before him at once,
undoing the Sultan’s sirwal. She took out his hardening cock, and it was
soon engulfed between her red lips. The
Sultan grinned with dismissive amusement:
Such abject obedience had been nowhere to be found in Cindy when she’d
first arrived in his palace. Even after
the long and carefully planned journey half way across the world that took
nearly a month, the American had been nearly as feisty as ever when she’d first
arrived.
Of course, nothing pleased Hamid’s dungeon mistress like seeing high spirits in a new
slave. She loved torturing and
humiliating young women – she loved breaking the girls and making absolutely
perfect playthings out of them for the Master’s enjoyment. The more they fought and resisted,
the more fun she had. Besides,
experience taught proud, spirited girls, like Cindy, eventually did make the best
slaves – once they abandoned all hope, there was nothing for them to direct
their talent and pride at, except being the best concubines they could ever be…
The Sultan groaned with pleasure – the
girl really knew how to suck a cock. And
to think she’d once said if the “fuckin’ king’
ever tried to stick his penis in her mouth, she would bite it off”! Nothing like that now – Cindy was sucking his
cock in the most delectable fashion imaginable and she was putting nothing less
than her utmost effort into it. Of
course, the girl had gotten a ton of practice since arrival: Not just on her Master, but in other ways, as
well. The new slaves spent hours every
day sucking on fake cocks and giant dildos, and they were taught every sexual
trick, every technique that could be enjoyed by a man. Cindy, whose previous experience in fellatio
had been no more than that of any ordinary American college girl, could now
proudly count herself among the unrivaled best when it came to cock-sucking,
much to the enjoyment of her owner. Her
tongue knew every vein, every pressure point, every sensible area; her
once-virgin throat managed to accommodate, however tightly, even a man of Hamid’s size; her lips wrapped around his hard-cock like
pure vacuum, her hands caressed his shaft and balls like creamy velvet. Once both proud and prude, the young woman
could now make the Sultan cumm at once with her
talented tongue or, as he often preferred, make a blow-job last a long,
unending, delectable hour. The young Sultan loved the sight of his huge, hard
cock violating the gorgeous, sexy face of the American girl. As she continued sucking, he grabbed a
fistful of Cindy’s golden hair, making sure she could never forget whose thumb
she was under. It was amazing, the
wonders achieved by incessant training – and, of course, by the harem
mistress’s cruel tortures.
Of course, oral talents were not the
only ones the girl had perfected under the guidance of the whip. The sexual skills she’d been required to
master over the last six months would put to shame the entire range of Kama
Sutra and the repertoire of the most seasoned whores of California. She knew exactly how to fuck a man; every
muscle and nerve in her body was trained to provide endless pleasure to
men. She knew every technique of sex,
every trick, every talent. Cindy had
arrived as a proud, young, western woman of utmost confidence – now she was
just a fucktoy, a sexual object, to be used and
enjoyed by her owner. In his early days,
Cindy was screaming at the top of her lungs that her body was off-limits. The young Sultan chuckled. She was now schooled to provide nothing but
utmost pleasure with that body – an education conducted and perfected under the
constant discipline of the harem mistress.
Cindy truly possessed one of the most
terrific bodies the Sultan ever owned.
Her natural voluptuous body and sexy curves were enhanced by constant
training in the harem, which, among other things, housed a gym that would put
any five-star hotel to shame. She was
quite fit to begin with, having been a gym rat and a member of the volleyball
team back in the days when she was a simple student at UCLA - a simple student
who cared a great deal about her looks.
Here in the palace, she was required to spend a lengthy period in the
gym every day, exercising her body and all the strategic muscles, using
professionally determined methods, to create and maintain the perfect body
desired by men. Cindy, like all girls in the harem, had to suffer constantly in
order to make herself a better fuck for her Master. And that was on top of all the punishments
she had to endure for disciplining purposes - a great deal of pain and torment
was required to create the ultimate concubine.
Hamid
,
of course, had witnessed the change in the girl as months passed by. As she was tormented, humiliated, and
disciplined into total obedience, he’d gleefully used his slave. He’d loved how the girl at first put up a
fight, despite all the horrors that awaited her in the dungeon unless she
pleased the Sultan in every way. And
he’d loved witnessing, in due time, all free will, all signs of self-worth, all
that pride flee away from her big, beautiful, silver eyes. She’d slowly but surely become what she was
acquired to be, and what she’d swore she’d never be no matter how badly she was
tormented: A mere concubine, a simple
sex slave, a plaything, an animal – an object owned by the Sultan she
despised. She’d sworn she’d kill him –
now she could do nothing but pleasure and serve him in the most delectable,
humiliating ways…
“Look at me slave” the Sultan ordered.
Cindy did as she was told instantly, her
obedience rapid and natural. She
continued sucking Hamid’s cock, even as her eyes were
trained at her Master, like a dog.
Hamid loved seeing the utter shame in those eyes, and the
last remnants of pride and will-power dying in there. In due time, Cindy would fall in love with
him. She’d be dying to serve him and
please him. She’d be dying to be fucked
by him, to be used by him, even to be abused and tormented by him. That would be the only source of self-worth
left to the girl.
But not yet.
The old Cindy wasn’t dead yet, not
completely. And that meant Hamid could go on having the most fun with Cindy among all
his slaves.
“Keep sucking, American slut, keep
sucking” he taunted his pet.
And Cindy did as she was told, serving,
on her knees, where she now belonged…
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story? So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you
really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off in writing,
really...!)
*****