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...