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Subject: Re: STORY - Slaves of the Sultan - MMMM/f, BDSM, NC
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Wow! Great description! I'll bet it was just this bad for slaves captured
by pirates on the Barbary Coast. I'm sure the pirates made sure the
captured girls did greatfully obey EVERY command...LOL. Being lashed like
that with some rough braided leather whip must have accomplished it's task.
It would certainly help them learn to suck just the way I'd like
it....YAHOO!
"Arnold Sloan" <Nowhere@at.all> wrote in message
news:9b03.92c3.22e@ebookblue...
> Two lovely British sisters in colonial India are captured by evil
> men, one by a cruel and sadistic Indian Sultan, the other by crude,
> sex hungry British army deserters.
>
>
> Miranda whimpered exhaustedly, hurting all over, sweating like a pig,
> gasping for breath in the hot, humid, musky air of the dungeon. Her
> throat and jaw ached. She was still in a state of shock at how vilely
> these savages had used her. And then the sultan had accused her of
> being prideful for not enjoying it, for not grovelling with more
> enthusiasm!
>
> And so now she was in the dank, filthy dungeon beneath his palace.
> She was in a small, barred cage. The cage was only a few feet high,
> yet made of strong bars all around, narrow, like a bird cage. Her
> head brushed the top, her shoulders the sides.
>
> As to the bottom - the cage had none, save more bars. And one bar in
> particular, one horizontal bar which she was straddling, her legs
> hanging loosely beneath, outside the cage as it hung from the
> ceiling. The horizontal bar which her soft, hairless mons was mashed
> down upon. Attached to that bar were two vertical bars, fat, long,
> driven deep into her aching belly through her anus and pussy. She was
> impaled upon them, her insides throbbing, cramping, straining to hold
> so much, her sex lips and anal opening straining wide.
>
> Her fingers gripped the bars before her feebly as she lay her
> forehead between two of them, whimpering weakly. She had tried to
> support her weight to some extent, but long given up on it, her
> muscles worn down to nothing.
>
> She yelped and jerked her toes up again, fresh tears pouring down her
> red face.
>
> Her legs were so tired, the muscles aching so badly.
>
> The cage was suspended from the ceiling, her toes just long enough to
> reach the floor, but not long enough to support any of her weight -
> at least not for long. The floor was wet and sticky with slime, and
> she could hear the sounds of rats scurrying back and forth; hungry
> rats. Spiders crawled there, too, and huge bugs the size of her hand.
> Snakes slithered back and forth, occasionally catching one of the
> rats so that the sound of its death throes and frantic efforts to
> free itself filled the closed in room.
>
> Only a little light crept into the room from a narrow, barred window
> high, high overhead. It was just light enough to make out herself and
> to see shadows, to see a vague movement around the floor. She tried
> to keep her feet up, but her legs had grown so very weary now, so
> very tired.
>
> Where was her father, she thought despairingly, come to free her and
> take her home?
>
> Oh she would never complain about anything again if she could only
> leave this beastly, horrific place and its savage, brutal people!
>
> Her groin ached so badly! All her weight rested on it, on that soft,
> tender portion of her anatomy, all her weight crushing down against
> the soft flesh jammed against that hard, iron bar. She tried and
> tried to adjust herself, to lean to one side or another, but that
> only eased the pressure and pain temporarily, and shifted its locus
> an inch or two forward or back.
>
> That pain was so steady, so sharp, and she thought she would give
> almost anything to be free of it.
>
> She sobbed in self pity, in pain, in misery and despair, her sobs
> growing greater as a rat bit at her dangling toe and she yanked it up
> violently, sending the rat flying up and back to tumble into the
> corner. It squealed as a snake caught it.
>
> The door gave a clang as the big iron bolt was shot back, then light
> flooded the room as two men carrying flaming torches entered. The
> rats squealed and scurried, the snakes and insects slithering and
> crawling rapidly away from the twin pools of lights. Two turbaned
> Indians entered, coming over to her cage.
>
> "Please," Miranda whimpered.
>
> One went to a crank on the wall, and the chain holding the cage
> jerked and gave way, lowering it until her feet were flat on the
> floor, then continued lowering it as the second man opened the front
> and top of the cage to let the trembling girl slide awkwardly out.
> The fat iron bars driven into her belly came free with a dull, wet,
> slurping sound of flesh closing behind them, and strong male hands
> caught at her arms and kept her from falling as she sobbed in relief.
>
> But the relief was misplaced. The man guided her to a nearby wall,
> the stones rough cut and filthy. The second man stuck his torch into
> a holder in the wall to her right, and the other lit other nearby
> torches as the trembling girl found her face and breasts pushed
> against the warm stones and her wrists lifted up and apart.
>
> Wh-what - p-please," she whimpered. "I-I'll do anything you want.
>
> The men spoke no English. If they had they would have taken her
> admission as a matter of course. She would indeed do anything they
> wanted.
>
> Her arms were lifted up and apart and hard cold shackles were locked
> around them. Miranda whimpered and jerked her head from side to side,
> trying to see the men, trying to understand. "Wh-what... please," she
> moaned.
>
> Then she saw the long whip in the hands of the big, bare chested
> Indian and her voice broke into sobs of fear. "Please! Please! I'll
> be good! Please don't hurt me!"
>
> The man drew back his arm and then let the whip fly. It was a long,
> single tailed leather whip and it cut across her back with savage
> force. Miranda screamed as the pain tore at her light lightning, the
> force of the impact throwing her violently into the wall. Her breasts
> were crushed and her lips tasted blood as she sobbed in misery.
>
> Another quick slash across the lower back drew another shriek of
> agony, and the blonde girl began to tear at the shackles, as if
> somehow she could free herself.
>
> Another meaty crack of noise echoed in the stone room as the whip cut
> into the middle of her back, and Miranda screamed in agony, head
> back, body twisting and straining.
>
> Another blow across her lower back, and another, and another, each
> threw the girl violently against the stone wall and drew another
> shriek of pain from her.
>
> The whip cut across her plump buttocks, and again she howled, begging
> them, promising them her body, her mouth, anything they wanted,
> desperate, frantic to stop the pain.
>
> The whip slashed down again and again and again, until her body hung
> limp, her tears constant, her face a mask of misery, her body
> trembling now with the jagged pain burning inside her.
>
> The man paused and moved forward. He gripped the girl's hips and
> jerked her bottom back out from the wall, then opened his loincloth
> and drew out his erection. With little ceremony he rubbed it along
> her sweating buttocks, then forced it up into her anus, driving it
> deep. His iron fingers clutched her hips, jerking them out to meet
> his thrusts as the second man looked on with a casual smile.
>
> When he was done the first man took his place, pulling the British
> girl's hips out further to thrust himself up into her pussy. Miranda,
> forced onto her toes, moaned weakly as she was raped, oddly grateful.
> Anything was better than the whip!
>
> Yet when the second man emptied himself in her belly they moved back
> and the whip flew again, setting her to screaming and thrashing and
> sobbing as it sliced into her soft, pale flesh again and again.
>
> The blows ceased. She hung barely conscious by her wrists, moaning,
> head back, hair tangled and matted against her skull and shoulders
> and cheeks as she was pulled down. The men laid her on her belly. One
> pulled her wrists back behind her back and wrapped a thin leather
> cord tightly around them. The other pulled her ankles up and back,
> tying a similar leather strap around them. Then her wrists were
> pulled down, her ankles lifted up sharply, and wrists were tied to
> ankles as her back was bowed cruelly.
>
> She was shoved onto her side there against the wall, and left in
> place as the men turned and left. Slowly, the rats began to move
> closer, the snakes slithering back, the insects resuming their
> previous movements.
>
> Miranda lay hog-tied on her side, moaning weakly, her whip marked
> body smelling of sweat and blood and sex as the rats moved ever
> closer.
>
> The girl would learn to be properly grateful for anything she got, to
> be most eager to please her betters so as to never again return to
> the dungeons.
>
> Or she would die down there.
>
> Caelie woke to a cool, sleet gray pre-dawn morning as Murphy spread
> her legs and manoeuvred himself atop her.
>
> She lay on the ground, hands bound behind her back, a rope tied
> around her neck binding her to the tree next to her head. She felt
> his cock against her opening, pushing hard, felt the strain against
> her sex opening and winced.
>
> Wa-wait," she gasped. "L-Let me take you in my mouth first!
>
> At least that didn't hurt. She had done that for all three of them
> the other evening, repeatedly, and learned much. It even gave her a
> strange sense of power, being able to reduce these big, strong men to
> quivering, gasping, moaning mounds of jelly as she sucked and licked
> at their staffs.
>
> It was still somewhat repugnant, but better than being raped dry - as
> she had heard Smythe refer to it earlier. She knew little of sex, of
> course, but was getting a crash course. It hurt as much as she'd
> always been told when they rammed themselves into her. Yet, if she
> mouthed them first then the slickness of her saliva on their staffs
> made them move a good deal easier and caused far less pain.
>
> Murphy obliged, crawling up her body, straddling her breasts,
> gripping her hair and aiming his cock into her mouth. She licked at
> it, sucking the head, then the rest, choking a little as he pushed
> too deep, gagging as he loomed over her, thrust in and out, in and
> out as her tongue worked desperately to lick at him.
>
> He chuckled and pulled back, then rubbed his saliva-coated prick
> along her lower furrow, pushing slowly forward through the soft,
> straining mouth of her sex. She gasped softly as he slipped into her,
> as she felt her straining lips slide down the length of his shaft,
> the swollen head force its path up through her belly. and though it
> hurt, it hurt much less.
>
> He let his heavy weight come down atop the bound girl, his broken
> toothed grin leering at her from inches away. He kissed her, and she
> did her best not to show her disgust. He eased back and put his
> fingers into her mouth. Caelie's eyes widened as they moved around
> inside her mouth, then pulled back and went down to where their
> groins were locked together, rubbing at his cock, slicking it down
> further.
>
> He moved much more freely within her now, and the movement was
> smoother, with far less pain. It almost felt - natural. His fat staff
> pumped in and out of her sex as he licked and kissed at her mouth and
> cheeks and throat. His hands roughly fondled and kneaded her breasts
> as his hips rose and fell atop her.
>
> Miranda's legs were spread wide, and now she raised her knees
> somewhat to ease his entrance, grunting as his heavy body thrust into
> her. He gripped her hair, forcing her head back, and bit into the
> nape of her neck so that she gasped and groaned.
>
> He was an animal! He was a wild, savage animal! And weren't peasants
> little better than animals to begin with!?
>
> But God help her, without the pain, the feel of his man's prick
> inside her was delicious as it moved up and down, so firm, so fat, so
> strong and hard as it pumped within her silken tunnel. She could feel
> her inner flesh pushed aside, then folding in behind the head of his
> cock each time he withdrew. Her breathing quickened, and she felt her
> knees beginning to rise and fall as he drove himself into her,
> rocking back in time to his thrusts.
>
> She felt her body's weight rolling back over her bound arms, grinding
> them into the earth beneath as Murphy thrust harder. His hips began
> to strike her upraised buttocks more solidly, the impact echoing
> through her body as his own breathing came faster.
>
> He crushed his lips against hers once more, his tongue thrusting
> through her open lips, and the dazed young girl only moaned into his
> mouth, her tongue slipping back tentatively, almost without conscious
> thought as her body began to catch fire. She felt bestial and filthy,
> a whore, as they called her, rutting in the dirt as she was. Shame
> coloured her, yet a strange, wild, fey heat gripped her as well.
>
> She felt the carnal excitement of the act as Murphy now began to rut
> wildly, his breath loud, and ragged against her. Beyond him, Smythe
> wakened, yawning, sitting up and scratching himself, then turning to
> watch with smirking interest.
>
> For the first time through her terror and pain Caelie imagined what a
> life as the naked pleasure toy to men might be like. These men, these
> brutal men, had in mind selling her to some local Indian lordling,
> and she shuddered only half in fear, imagining herself naked and
> beringed, perhaps even collared and naked among those savages. She
> would be a slave to savages, a naked servant used casually for her
> sex!
>
> It was a fearful thought, but darkly arousing despite that. It was
> the stuff of the most wicked, wide-eyed, breathless stories which
> proper young ladies ought not to know, but always seemed to hear of.
> She would be as thought taken by pirates off the Barbary coast!
>
> And then Murphy stopped his rutting, collapsing atop her so she
> groaned with his weight, her legs forced down to slap against the
> earth on either side of her panting body. Murphy sighed and pulled
> himself off her, yet now Smythe moved forward, leering. Caelie felt
> again that mixture of dark hunger and shamed fear as the man moved
> between her legs, then caught at them and, without a word, flipped
> her over onto her belly.
>
> Caelie gasped as she found her face in the rich, dark earth, only
> relieved to have her weight off her aching, bound wrists. She felt
> Smythe's hands slide beneath her hips and yank her bottom up, then
> his prick sliding along the mouth of her sex.
>
> She groaned as he speared himself forward, hurt, but still aroused.
> Again she thought of how bestial this was, of what her friends and
> acquaintances would think of her. And praise God they never found
> out! What shocked, sordid, wide-eyed tales would be told in London
> for years about the lewd things she had taken part in, however
> unwilling.
>
> Now her body began to rock in time to Smythe's thrusts, her cheek
> rubbing against the dark earth as her bottom was slapped by his hips
> and her insides stroked by his hard cock. She gasped in pain as he
> reached beneath her chest to roughly grope her breast, then let out a
> soft cry as his rough fingernails caught at the nipple, pinching and
> twisting it.
>
> She felt the heat flaring higher within her lower belly. Confusion,
> shame, excitement and anxiety swirled within her mind as her body
> betrayed her as it had before. And then she cried out in pain as
> harsh hands gripped her long hair and yanked her head and shoulders
> up bodily from the Earth. She stared before her at Lem's big cock as
> he held her up by the hair, her body still shaking to the thrusts of
> Smythe behind her.
>
> Her mouth was gaping, and so his cock as it thrust forward, drove
> neatly between her lips and slipped over her tongue. The head jammed
> against the inside of one cheek, then drew back and pushed deeper
> into her mouth so that Caelie gagged weakly.
>
> Her eyes bulged, then, as he drew back, then thrust sharply forward.
> She gagged especially hard, then choked as she felt his manhood
> actually pushing down into her throat! She had never even heard of
> such a thing, and for a panicked moment thought that she must surely
> die. But then she recalled seeing a sword swallower once at a fair,
> and her father explaining how the throat was but a narrow tube which
> went straight down to the belly. It could certainly accommodate all
> manner of things with little damage.
>
> It didn't feel very good, however, and she could not resist her
> instinct to try to tear herself free. Her body, however, was held too
> tightly. Lem had his big hands on her head and gripping her hair. Her
> wrists were bound tightly, and Smythe continued to hold her hips as
> he smashed his belly into her backside.
>
> She was so shocked at first, that by the time she even tried to
> resist her face was jammed into Lem's smelling, unwashed groin, her
> lips flat around the base of his shaft, her nose crushed into his
> pubic bone. She certainly had no leverage to tear herself free now,
> and could only tremble and shake and heave about a bit as he groaned
> in pleasure and began to pump.
>
> Her eyes teared up, her head pounded, and her chest began to burn so
> that she could think of nothing but the sweetness of breath. Sweat
> beaded her forehead as his thick shaft pumped back and forth inside
> her throat, and black dots danced before her eyes as the world began
> to blur around her.
>
> Then he pulled back, his slick shaft finally popping free of her
> throat and pulling out of her mouth, dripping a long, glistening line
> of saliva behind as she drew in deep, desperate, ragged breaths of
> air.
>
> "We'll teach you to be a proper slut," Lem jeered. "Think what yer
> father will say ta that!"
>
> Caelie, jerking to and fro as Smythe rode her, didn't really care
> what her father would say so much as about gulping in breath. She
> moaned as Lem's cockhead rubbed over her lips, and she tried to turn
> her head aside to no avail. He forced his cock back into her mouth,
> cackling cruelly at her as he taunted her, jabbing the head against
> the inside of one cheek, then the other, rubbing it along her tongue
> and the roof of her mouth.
>
> And then it was back into her throat again, and was she imagining it
> or was it easier this time? His cock was slick with saliva, and
> perhaps her throat was becoming just a little used to it. Still she
> gagged and choked, but not so strongly now as he buried his cock in
> her mouth and ground her face into his groin. He pumped it up and
> down now, and the rasping against the tender flesh of her throat was
> uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
>
> Yet it seemed to especially arouse him, for he drew back suddenly,
> holding his cock before her gasping face, and then to her shock, it
> began to spit, to spray white droplets over her face and forehead.
> Astonishment robbed her of all thinking as he continued to spend
> himself on her face, and then as he chuckled and wrapped her hair
> around his cock to wipe himself free she knew the true shame of what
> he had done her.
>
> He dropped her face into the dirt, and she grunted as she caught her
> weight barely in time, jerking her head back to take her weight on
> her shoulders. Then it was simply Smythe, rutting fiercely now, his
> hips beating a tattoo against her upraised bottom as he skewered her.
> He had endurance, though, despite his energy, and as her breathing
> began to calm and her fear withdrew Caelie felt the heat returning,
> or perhaps it had never left.
>
> Dazed, moaning, she grunted weakly as the pleasure flared hot within
> her lower belly, a wondrous burning heat engulfing her lower body and
> spreading up her spine so that her mind seemed to spin like a top.
>
> ---------------------------------------------------------------------
> --
> -
> From the ebook: Prisoners of the Sultan, by Argus. Argus books have
> been published in paper form by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
> Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His ebooks are available for download
> at <http://www.ebookblue.com/>
>