Abducted and Submitted: the Great Sultan's White Concubine

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In the days it took the piercing to heal and Liliane to become accustomed to the weight of the
tiny lock between her legs, she was brought several times before Haroun. He would kiss her and look at the gold rings
she now carried most intimately. He would tug at them a bit and she would wince, but the pain was in no way unbearable.
Usually he would watch as Sanaa or another would bathe her and then play with her. She had come to accept, even to enjoy the
other girls ministrations, soft kisses and rubbings, finger play on breasts and clitoris, the mouth the tongue, oh yes the
delicious mouth and tongue...She would not heself participate beyond a passive enjoyment, she still rebelled at tasting another woman
voluntarily. The worst of it all was the thing in her ass. She never got used to it. It was often removed by Omar or Sanaa so she could
attend to natures needs and to avoid a permanent stretching of the powerful but delicate muscle. She was not aware that each time it
was replaced the plug became a bit thicker and a bit longer. She did not see Yvette or the Stripper again until a week had passed...

When she was brought into The Emir's quarters that night, she had been dressed in a stylish outfit of European clothes. Her hair swept
back and up, pinned tightly behind her head. She wore a crisp white blouse, that buttoned high and a short plaid skirt. Thigh high stockings
and conservative 2 inch heels made up the ensemble. She had been given no underware of any kind.

Omar escorted her in and stood behind her.
She at first would have been shocked at what she saw before her, but nothing shocked her now. Yvette lay across Harouns bare knees, totally naked,
her small breasts brushing the outside of his thigh, long black hair touching the floor, her mouth was tightly gagged and her hands were bound
behind her back.. Her hips lay on his other thigh, her tight little ass raised high,
while Andrea Gillot, with a look of utter delight, fucked her with a strap on dong of immense size.
Lilianne stared at the enormous gnarled and veined thing, sliding in and out of the oriental girl, glistening with her juices.

Haroun looked at the Parisienne and smiled.
"You're next my dear one"

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Three Girls and an Emir

The guards and a servant came to my little bedroom (now that I am doing whatever the Emir wants of me, I'm not locked in a dungeon anymore) and to my surprise dressed me in European fashion.
They took me to the Emir and the scene I came upon felt like a thunderbolt to me: he had the Vietnamese girl lying head down on his knees and the stripper was fucking the helpless female with a huge strap on dildo. It was so… so awful to watch Yvette being gagged and her cheeks drenched in tears. I felt a cold wave overtaking me, my head began to swim and everything around me turned to black.

I woke up some time later, completely naked and all stretched out: I was tied up by the wrists and ankles on the Emir's bed. The stripper was on top of me and as I looked down, I saw that she was trying to force the strap-on dildo into my pussy. The thing was so huge that it was hurting my flesh and the repeated pain of her unsuccessful attempts woke me up. I wanted to scream and couldn't say a word: I was gagged with a huge cork of cloth in my mouth and a large strap was holding it securely into place.

The Emir's face appeared next to the stripper and he frowned as he saw my eyes opened:
"Look, Andrea, you woke up Liliane! She's too dry… Tsk, tsk, tsk…" He sighed. "Yvette, come here! You'll do the job."
I saw the stripper adjust the strap-on dildo on the Vietnamese and fasten it quickly. Yvette came on top of me and lowered her head: her tongue came on my sensitive pussy and moistened it with her saliva. She looked up and smiled at me, positioned the dildo and gently pushed it in… I closed my eyes, feeling my body despite myself enjoy this strange intrusion into my intimacy. Yvette's nipples were brushing my chest gently as she was pushing the dildo back and forth. Oh! If only I could take them in my mouth and suck them! But tied up as I was, I couldn't do a thing… Yvette's nipples… and the dildo rummaging inside my pussy… My thighs stiffened and I began to moan. And then Yvette stopped her efforts. I was so close to an orgasm, how could she do this to me? I opened my eyes and saw the reason why: with the dildo still deep inside of me she was being held up by the stripper whose hands were kneading her breasts… and inside Yvettes' mouth was the Emir's thick and hard cock. He laid his hands on her head to hold it still and pushed himself all the way down into her throat, making her whimper and suffocate.
"Aaaaaaaah!"

His release made the three of us girls relax instantaneously: we didn't have to do our best anymore to please him . Yvette was the one to be honored with his precious cum and to my surprise, I felt jaleous of her. He pulled his glistening cock away from her mouth and left the bed. I heard him order with a sharp tone:
"All of you girls, I want to see those padlocks back on… You've had enough fun for the moment."
I watched Andrea stand up and searching with my eyes for her pussy, I saw the golden rings in her labia. As for Yvette, once she had the strap-on dildo taken off, I saw the exact same rings on her. The servants had steel rings, all of them, with a tiny padlock dangling freely. But these golden rings, ah! They were for the concubines only… It made me feel so special… And most of all, it brought me a lot closer to Andrea and Yvette, as if we were sisters. Sisters whose only goal in Life is to please the Emir.

 

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It came almost as a shock to Liliane when she was summoned to Haroun's chamber and found him alone. No guards, no servile, willing concubines. Just the Emir, dressed in casual sportsclothes, staring out the window at the gathering dusk. Below the lights of the City were coming on and in the sky a thin crescent moon hung low above the mountains of the Kheff Massif.

She had been allowed to wear clothes of her own choosing. A white silk blouse and a skirt of charcaol grey cut an inch above the knee. As usual no underwear was permitted and her hair which had grown long since her captivity hung loose about her shoulders. The tiny golden rings had been unlocked.

She walked to the center of the room and stopped.

Haroun spoke without turning away from the window.

Do you miss Paris?

Was he playing with her? She had almost taught herself to not think of home. She had given up hope of...

Yes!...yes I...

She stopped herself, perhaps it was a trick, perhaps now the unishment would come.

Good, I will take you there. you will show me this City of yours.

Was she hearing him right...could it be?

Come here.

She walked to the window and looked down where he was pointing. Below them lay the airport and she could see the Emir's
private jet being serviced on the runway.

Haroun stood aside and moved her before him. She could lean out and see the entire city spread below.
He stood behind her and raised the hem of her skirt to her waist.
She heard him unzipping his pants and the soft sound of their falling to the ground.
Holding her hips, he guided himself againt her sex and continued to talk as he moved his rigid cock up and down the length of her moistening slit.

In a few hours, we will be flying to Paris. Andrea and Yvette will go as well but only as your servants. They will be yours to command.

She felt herself giving way, opening up and then the solid hot
meat of him moved into her, stretching her...filling her...

Tell me as we make Love ... Tell me what lovers do in the City of Love.