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American Concubine
by Cindy Silver Eyes (cse1986@rocketmail.com)
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A Sultan is used to getting what he wants. (MF, d/s,
slavery, bd)
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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 cum 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...
END
More Cindy Silver Eyes Stories at:
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes
Author Note: 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...!)
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted
to act out any of the scenarios in this story should
seriously consider seeking professional help.
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