East Africa

Abasi loved the way Susan’s body arched to his mouth as he rolled her rock hard nipple along the ridged roof of his mouth. The way her hips hungrily rolled to his fingers as his finger fucked her delicious tight little pussy.


My, what a naughty young lady you have become Susan.”

His hot moist breath washed over the stunning young beauty’s breasts. His teeth griped Susan’s engorged nipple, inhaled deeply, drawing a cool stream of air over the feverous bud. He smiled to himself as that sweet rose bud nipple swelled to his attention. His fingers now deep in Susan’s tight little pussy found that sweet spot that would bring her soul searing pleasure. Abasi let his fingers flutter over that sweet spot until he felt Susan gorgeous supple young body clamp down on them and suddenly he stopped denying the young golden beauty the pleasure her aroused young body craved. His other hand mauled Susan’s neglected breast. He rolled that peaked, puckered, diamond hard nipple between his fingers. He loved the little gasps and sigh that bubbled from Susan’s moist ripe lips. He pinched and tugged at the young western beauty’s nipple.

Abasi waited until he felt Susan’s body begin to tremble with its need to cum. Smiling he let his fingers slip from the young girl’s grasping, clutching pussy with and obscene little POP. As he stood his mouth left the girl’s nipple, only his hand continued to roll her nipple between his thumb and fore finger before letting his hand slip from the adorable bound beauty's breast. His eyes captured Susan’s smoldering azure eyes, now almost violet, with her arousal. He did not say a word but began to circle Susan letting his fingers tips explore her gorgeous young body and its firm sensual curves before letting his hand slip from Susan’s body leaving her alone and untouched.

Abasi let Susan hang there in limbo for what must have seemed to the young beauty like an eternity, with her unfulfilled dark hungering cravings. Suddenly his body was crushed to her back, his rumpled suit pressed to her silken skin, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of Susan’s neck sensually danced with every breath Abasi took. His teeth nibbled her earlobe as his hips rolled to hers, dry fucking the gorgeous bound young beauty, in a mock parity of what her traitorous young body so wanted.
 
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My, what a naughty young lady you have become Susan.

She felt a flutter up inside her as his fingers were busy playing in her sex as his mouth suck and teased her nipples. She found herself unable to remain still as she bowed and arched while hanging from the ring overhead, like a fish caught on a line. Her hips began to move quite on their own accord. This man that had betrayed her was now edging her towards a climax.

Suddenly, his fingers in her sex stopped moving, stopped teasing and making her insides flutter. She felt tension build inside her. He continued to paw and squeeze her breast, pulling and pinching the hard little nubs. Once again, he started to build her up, and she could not help herself as soft moans left her lips. Her hands repeatedly clenched in frustration. Of all people to be here! Mr. Abassi! She was torn as half of her wanted to bang her fists against him, and half of her craved to be fucked by him. His breath against her body excited her.

Again, he stopped, removing his fingers from inside her sex, and her frustration boiling. Sounding more like a wounded soul, she hung there subject to the whims of a man that had sold her. Only this time, he had paid for the privilege of owning her body for a night.

He circled her, brushing up against her, fingertips caressing curves. She looked at Abasi, wearing a suit that looked like he had slept in. His shirt was stained with his lunch and yet she found her eyes drawn to the bulge in his trousers and the promise of sex. Because of this man, she was craving what this man could give her. She closed her eyes, and then he was gone. What was he doing? Where had he gone?

The sound of the beating of her heart was drown out by her ragged breathing. But Abasi was silent. Where did he go? Was this what he wanted; the torture of her?

Suddenly he came up behind her, wrapping himself around her body, his hands mawling her breast. He began humping her, his breath in her ear as he nibble her earlobe. A soft groan slipped from between her lips as she found herself wishing his clothes were gone and his cock was filling her, stretching her opening tight around his cock. She hated this man, and yet she wanted him to fuck her.

"Ahhhhhh!" Her voice was small and trembly, needy. "Mr. Abasi. Please..." But she didn't know if she was asking him to stop, or to fuck her.
 
Each little sigh, each little gasp that ended in a sensual little moan delighted Abasi. He loved the way that Susan’s gorgeous young body arched to his touch, pressed her firm young breast to his suckling mouth and how her greedy little pussy clamped down on his invading fingers in an attempt to hold them with in her tight chaste young body. There was no doubt in Ahmad Abasi’s mind what this young golden western beauty’s supple body wanted and yet as he held out the promise of that pleasure that Susan craved, he continued to deny her.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The soft trembling gasp bubbled from the girl’s moist ripe lips.

"Mr. Abasi. Please..."

Ahmad could sense the losing struggle between Susan’s hatred of him and what that sweet gorgeous supple body wanted.

“Please what my sweet dove?”

He taunted the hapless bound beauty. His body molded to Susan’s his breath washing over her flawless cheek, his fingers rolling her diamond hard little pink rosebud nipples between his fingers. As he dry humped the chained beauty he made sure she could feel the hard line of his cock grating between the tight, clenched, cheeks of the girl’s firm ass.

“To fuck that white little pussy of yours, to use your body for my pleasure is that what you want Miss Applegate?”

He softly cooed as he continued to arouse her lithe young body while denying Susan what she craved.
 
Please what my sweet dove?

She hated this man, and yet he possessed something that she needed, something that she craved. She longed to scream at him, to scratch his eyes out, to run from him. And yet, she needed him to take her, to fuck her body until she could not stand, to fill her full of his seed, to use her over and over. She had been given such a steady dose of sex from the minute she was sold that it had become a necessity for her. She craved it, actually looking forward to a man spreading her leg so her could fill that void between them, fucking her until his seed erupted from him to fill her overflowing. Since her first night here at The Mathmos where that dark giant had raped her anus, she had become used to anal sex, finding it strangely intriguing.

But right now, she burned with desire for Abasi. His body, though still clothed in his rumpled suit, was pressed against her backside, his cock teasing her body. His arms wrapped around her, hands busy as her breast filled them. Broad fingers pulled and pinched her nipples, making them ache and stand hard out from the heavy breast. He rubbed his groin against her firm ass, letting her feel what she craved.

To fuck that white little pussy of yours, to use your body for my pleasure is that what you want Miss Applegate?

She cried out in pain and frustration. She arched her back, pressing herself back against him. She nodded her head, her answer soft and hesitant.

"Y-y-yes. Please!"
 
Susan’s soft little mewing, the way her gorgeous young body arched back, pressing that delicious young body back against him as he softly cooed his question,

“To fuck that white little pussy of yours, to use your body for my pleasure is that what you want Miss Applegate?”

Susan nodded her golden head, her answer soft and hesitant, like a young schoolgirl,

"Y-y-yes. Please!"

Though the young golden beauty’s supple young body made it quite clear what it wanted what it craved Abasi desired this proud little lily white western beauty to cry out what her delicious young body craved. He let one hand slip from Susan’s breast, sensual slide down across the bound young beauty’s quivering abdomen, brush her dimpled naval, before cupping her shaven pussy. Ahmad did not enter that tight little chaste pussy but let his hand fall from her need young body. Abasi unbuttoned the fly of his suite and fished out his ridged cock. That hard ridged cock pressed to the firm cheeks of Susan’s ass, naked flesh to naked flesh. Again his hand cupped Susan’s pussy, the heel of his hand ground against the young golden beauty’s throbbing clit as a calloused finger slide along the length of the hapless bound beauty’s labia.

Yes. Please! What my adorable little dove.”

Abasi made it quite clear that Susan would have to swallow what was left of her girlish pride and modesty to graphically beg and plead for what this delicious, adorable, and bound golden young beauty so desperately craved. As Susan twisted in her growing arousal as Ahmad nibbled at her earlobe, pinched, plucked, and tugged at her taunt pebbled nipple, and that calloused finger toyed with the hot juicy fold of the girl’s pussy that promised Susan what she desired and yet at the same time deny her what she craved.
 
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His hand was warm as it worked its way down the front of her body. Subconsciously her body undulated to follow it, as if trying to press herself into the bronze hand the massaged its way towards her hot core. Sure fingers curled around the puffy entrance to her sex. So close! But his hand fell away and she bit her lip in frustration.

There was movement and then the heat from his hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks. The bare skin of it thrilled her and she couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips.

His hand returned, once again cupping her sex as his finger teased her slit. She knew that his finger was slick with her wetness. She craved to have that cock spear her to her core, to fill that void that was really all his fault. To be fucked by the man that sold her into slavery was the ultimate betrayal. And yet, that was what she wanted, what she craved. She felt some of her wetness rolling down her inner thigh.

Yes. Please! What my adorable little dove.

His voice was soft yet dark in her ear as his body was pressed hot against her, enfolded in the man's arms. One hand pulled and plucked on her breast, bringing those nubs to a hard point while the other continued to tease her sex. A cry left her lips.

"Please fuck me, Mr. Abassi. Please use my body. Please! I need you to fuck me."

Her head fell back against him as his teeth nibbled her earlobe.
 
What a magnificent creature Miss Susan Applegate was, her gorgeous young body balanced on her tip toes her firm young breast thrust up and out for his pleasure that supple young body displayed to perfection. Susan’s skin so smooth, so flawless, and so deliciously silken under the sensual caress of his fingertips, a wicked smile bowed his lips as Susan supple young body arched to that seductive touch. The fragrance of her arousal hung heavy on the air of the small room, an intoxicating accusation of how far Susan had fallen sense she had stood on the auction block, stripped naked for the amusement of those that had bid to possess her, pawed and defiled to confirm her virginity at the whim of this very man now. Again Susan Applegate’s damning arousal filled the air as Abasi taunted the young beauty.

“Yes. Please! What my adorable little dove.”

Abasi left no place for Susan to hide if she wanted the sexual relief that that gorgeous treacherous body of hers now craved. Time seemed to stand still until Susan’s lips parted as she gasped,

"Please fuck me, Mr. Abasi. Please use my body. Please! I need you to fuck me."

Susan’s golden head fell back against Abasi as his teeth graved her earlobe; His hands again cupped her firm young breasts and rolled the girl’s rock hard nipples under the pads of his thumbs.

“I have every intention of fucking that sweet little tight pink pussy of yours Miss Applegate.”

Abasi nipped Susan’s earlobe and plucked at her throbbing nipples.

“Yes My sweet little Dove I will fuck that tight pink pussy, your sweet angelic face, and then ravage your tight ass, my Dear!”

Abasi’s body was pressed hard to Susan’s the hard ling of his cock wedged between the firm cheeks of the young beauty’s ass. Suddenly her tormentor turned the golden beauty in his arms, her lips just a breath away from her, and His dark brooding eyes captured Susan’s soft azure blue eyes. His lips claimed hers in a darkly passionate and demanding kiss that demanded her submission demanded that she give him all she had to give and more. Abasi still fully dressed, his dark cock freed from the trousers of his rumpled suit and his hands cupping Susan firm ass lifted her from the ground as she were as light as a feather as Abasi stepped between Susan’s velvet thighs, he positioned the hanging young beauty above the tip of his cock that brushed the silken folds of her pussy.

“Come to me Miss Applegate.”

Abasi let Susan’s own weight bear her down on to his cock until she was fully impaled her, his rumpled suit pressed to the girl’s naked flesh and the coarse material grating against her silken skin.
 
Susan could feel her body edged towards the passion that boiled in her. Sex had become a necessity, as needed as food and drink. Abasi's hands on her seemed to excite her even more as strong bronze hands groped her breasts, his thumbs teased her nipples.

I have every intention of fucking that sweet little tight pink pussy of yours Miss Applegate. Yes My sweet little Dove I will fuck that tight pink pussy, your sweet angelic face, and then ravage your tight ass, my Dear!

His cock rested between her ass cheeks and she thought that she could feel the heartbeat in that hard muscle. Suddenly, she found herself twisted around to face him, his eyes seemed to bore deep into hers. There was no love or desire that appeared in his eyes, only ownership and entitlement. She could see that as far as he was concerned, he owned her. She gasped at the suddenness of it, still hanging by her wrists as her toes skimmed the floor. Then his lips claimed hers, hard and demanding, wanting everything that she had to give.

He was stronger than he looked, lifting her with hands under her ass. She glanced down to see his dark cock sticking out from the opening in his trousers, weeping its desire for her. She had no choice, nor would she have done different had she a choice. She wanted this, craved to be used by this man that she hated.

She felt the soft tip of his cock tease her moist folds, her body ready and wanting to be breached.

Come to me Miss Applegate.

Gravity took care of the rest, and he slid all the way inside her, once again spreading open her sex to completely fill her. Her head tilted back in a mix of joy and passion as a groan escaped her lips. She wrapped her legs around his hips to steady herself and the cheap suit that Abasi wore rubbed against her breast and thighs, chafing her sensitive nipples and the soft skin on the inside of her legs. Without thinking, she tightened those muscles gripping his cock, testing its girth.
 
The bound young golden beauty was truly lost as Abasi’s cock sunk into her hungering cunt until she was fully impaled on it. He loved the way the gorgeous young creature through her head back in sinfully forbidden pleasure, her long lily white legs wrapped around his waist and her dainty heels digging into his ass. Susan was his to do with as he pleased, he was indeed the Master of her gorgeous supple young body and he knew just what it wanted.

Abasi was still fully dressed as he thrust up into Susan her firm young breast jiggling so seductively with the power of his thrust. He fingers cruelly laced into the young western beauty’s honey golden hair as he demandingly drew her mouth to his claiming its sweetness as it was his right. The kiss was rough, darkly passionate and demanded all that the young girl had to give and more. Susa was force to grab the bounds that held her captive to raise her lithe young body up so her dark master could thrust up into her as Susan’s own weight drove her down on to Abasi’s pounding cock. Bound a she was Susan was an adorable little puppet and Abasi the puppet Master that made her dance to the tune of his choosing, a dark sensual tune. How many times Susan came as he fucked and used her supple young body Susan would never know. With his cock still deep in the girl’s tight little cunt he cut Susan down and finally let his cock slip from her to lay prostrate at his feet.

“Display Miss Applegate.”

Came the stern command to the exhausted young beauty. Abasi waited until Susan had drawn herself up onto her knees and had assumed the position of display.

“Such a sweet obedient little dove.”

Abasi caressed Susan’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“You may disrobe me Know Miss Applegate and adore my body with your soft ripe lips, that sweet young mouth, and that seductive little pink tongue of yours and your agile young mind to please and excite me.”

Abasi cupped Susan’s chin his dark brooding eyes holding hers captive in his unblinking gaze.”

“Shall I take you now like a little bitch in heat my sweet dove and make you beg to cum for me?”

Susan’s night of torment and need had just begun.
 
With cruel delight, Abasi began to fuck her. This was just what she wanted, was it not? She had no control over her body as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to him, his kiss crushing her lips to his. She could feel that he would be demanding, expecting her to give herself totally to him.

She held onto the silk bindings around her wrists to help lift herself up and down as he thrust up into her, her breast bouncing to his pounding. He seemed to know just how to bring her to climax, as over and over again he would pull and pinch and rub and press as she repeatedly came. Her sex coated his cock with her thick cream. Crying out until she was hoarse, she tiredly hung there, fully impaled on his cock. The look he gave her let her know just what he thought of her. She was there for his sole amusement.

He finally cut her down and slowly let her slide to the ground at his feet as his cock slid from inside her.

Display Miss Applegate.

Her training took over and though she was tired, she pulled herself onto her knees, remembering the position taught to her by Master so long ago. Or was it really that long ago? She had lost all knowledge of time as days and hours were no longer measured to her. She had not seen the sun in so long, and the stars, they no longer greeted her at night. There was only here and now. And now was Abasi, his hand caressing her cheek.

Such a sweet obedient little dove. You may disrobe me Know Miss Applegate and adore my body with your soft ripe lips, that sweet young mouth, and that seductive little pink tongue of yours and your agile young mind to please and excite me.

"Yes Master." She knew the words that he would want to hear, this man that had sold her into sexual slavery. He stood awaiting her to do as ordered and she obeyed. The suit he wore was coarse and cheap, yet she treated it as if it were finest silk, folding each piece as she removed it from his body until he stood before her, every bit of his dark bronze body revealed and awaiting her attention.

She kneeled again before him and did as he had commanded. Her small hand wrapped around his cock, still throbbing and wet from their earlier encounter. She tasted herself as her small pink tongue began to lap up and down that rigid muscle.

Before she could continue, his hand took hold of her chin, lifting her face as eyes dark and unfeeling bore deep into her blue ones.

Shall I take you now like a little bitch in heat my sweet dove and make you beg to cum for me?

"It is whatever you wish, Master. I am for your desires." For she knew, at least for the night, Abasi was the Master, despite what she may or may not want. He had paid her Mistress money for the use of her and her body for the night. She awaited his commands.
 
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Ahmad Abasi Smiled in pleasure as the little golden beauty drew herself up on to her knees, placed her hands at the nape of her neck with her elbows out and rested her pert little heart shaped ass on her heels. She was displayed perfectly, her firm young breasts trust up and out as if in offering to him and Abasi was pleased to see that Susan dusky pink areolas were puffy little pillows crowned by her taunt pale pink nipples, a silent testament of how aroused her gorgeous supple young body was.

“Such a sweet obedient little dove. You may disrobe me Know Miss Applegate and adore my body with your soft ripe lips, that sweet young mouth, and that seductive little pink tongue of yours and your agile young mind to please and excite me.”

”Yes Master.”

Came Susan’s soft submissive reply as she knelt up straight and began to disrobe Abasi was he had commanded her. The girl’s hands eased the crumpled jacket from his shoulders, the tie his shirt soon followed, when Susan went to unbuckle the beat of his trousers Ahmad placed his foot on her lily white thigh.

“My shoes and sock first my pleasing dove.”

Abasi waited to see just what Susan would do besides simply removing his shoe and sock, would the proud beauty press a kiss to the arch of his foot showing her total submission to his will. With his shoes and socks removed he cupped Susan’s chin, his dark eyes held her soft blue eyes captive in their gaze, as his thumb caressed her flawless cheek. Ahmad let his hand slip from the young beauty’s chin as he awaited her to finish her task.

Susan folding each piece of his cheap crumpled suit and clothing as she removed it from his body until he stood before her, every bit of his dark bronze body revealed and awaiting her attention. Susan’s small delicate hand wrapped around Abasi’s cock, still throbbing and wet from their earlier endeavors. She tasted herself, as those moist ripe lips “O”ed and the tip of her small pink tongue began to lap up and down that rigid ridged cock that danced before her eyes as the cobra dances before the snake charmer. Again, before Susan could continue, his hand cupped her chin, lifting her angelic face to his as his eyes dark and unfeeling bore deep into her azure blue eyes.

“Shall I take you now like a little bitch in heat my sweet dove and make you beg to cum for me?”

"It is whatever you wish, Master. I am for your desires."

“On to your hands and knees my proud little bitch!”

Abasi stepped between Susan’ soft ivory thighs he pressed his cock to her tight little pussy and commanded Susan,

“Come to me!”

This was not the first time that the young golden western beauty had been commanded to impale herself on a man’s cock and she knew well what his desires were. Ahmad Abasi fucked Susan as never before in her young life he dominated her in mind and body as her will bent and submitted to his. He did not make love to this stunning young creature but took her demanding everything her gorgeous young body had to offer. Abasi fucked Susan until she passed out from his demands of her supple young body.

When Susan awoke the late the next day her lover’s arms were possessively around her and yet something was different.

“Mistress?”

Susan quire yet when she looked over her shoulder, it was not Miriam that so possessively held her but Abasi.

“Morning my sweet dove Today I thing the flogger to arouse you Miss Applegate.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“And bring me your nipple clamps!”
 
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As she undressed Mr. Abasi, she bent over and kissed the arch of his foot. There were some things, other than being a whore to whoever pays the highest price, that she did not like. It rankled her. She wouldn't even kiss her own foot, so kissing someone else's foot had bothered her. At first she had said no but she was soon informed that she would indeed. When she had still resisted, she was made to show the error of her ways, and it was quite a painful lesson.

She knew that Abasi, for some reason that she still did not quite understand, hated her. And now that he had already fucked her once, she was sure that he would not give up his chance to do it as much as possible.

So when he stopped her as she was sucking his cock and asked her, Shall I take you now like a little bitch in heat my sweet dove and make you beg to cum for me?, she answered "It is whatever you wish, Master. I am for your desires."

On to your hands and knees my proud little bitch!

She quickly did as he ordered her to do, and she felt him get between her thighs as he pressed his cock up against her wet slit. She heard the words that she frequently heard, in some form or another.

Come to me!

She did as command, feeling his cock slid into her and she gave a shiver at the feeling as he filled her. But any resemblance to love ended there. She was there solely for sex, as far as Abasi was concerned. Over and over again he fucked her hard, slamming into her, demanding that she cum again and again. His cockhead thrust up into her, causing her to cry out each time it hit her cervix. The man seemed almost superhuman, her screams seeming to fill the room. His fingers grabbed her hips so hard till she was certain that there must be fingertip bruises on her.

Finally in total exhaustion she passed out. She knew not how long she had slept,

Usually when she would awaken after a session such as this, she would find herself back in her Mistress' bed in her arms. But when she woke up this time, she was still in the same room though she felt an arm around her.

"Mistress, why are we..." She stopped as she looked over her shoulder to find Abasi holding her. The look in his eyes made her pale.

Morning my sweet dove Today I thing the flogger to arouse Miss Applegate.

She wanted to cry out no, but to do so would only earn her more pain and stripes of leather on her skin. And then he said the words that she dreaded.

And bring me your nipple clamps!

She closed her eyes. Though her back was to him, she was sure that he felt her stiffen in fear. She was never good with pain. She always had a hard time finding the pleasure in pain. But it did not surprise her that he enjoyed inflicting it. He really seemed to hate her and seemed to relish the fact that he could own her body. For how long, she knew not. Hers was not to question but to obey.

"Yes, Master." Crawling out of bed, she walked over to the wall where the instruments were kept. She took the nipple clamps out of their box and grabbed the flogger. Walking back to the bed, she kneeled and presented them to him in her outstretched hands as she bowed her head. Her hands shook a bit as she waited, worried as to just how much pain she would have to endure.
 
Morning my sweet dove Today I thing the flogger to arouse Miss Applegate and bring me your nipple clamps!

Abasi felt the stunning young golden beauty’s body stiffen in fear in his embrace. He knew how the girl feared pain, and had heard how she trembled at the use of the nipple clamps.

"Yes, Master."

Susan soft angelic voice sensually whispered as she bent to her Master’s will, her lush young body slipping from his arms to obey his command. He savored the sensual sway of the young western beauty’s hips, the seductive fluid grace of her movement as she went to bring him the items that he demanded of her. He watched as he reclined on the bed and watched as the gorgeous young beauty took the nipple clamps out of their ornate box and took the flogger from where it hung on the wall. Turning on her heel Susan walked back to the bed. Then with a sensually seductive grace Susan feel to her knees in one fluid motion, her outstretched hands, palms up, cradling the flogger and nipple clamps, and then presented them to him her soft eyes down cast and her golden head demurely lowered in submission.

Abasi Kissed the golden crown of Susan’s head,

“Such a sweet little dove you are Miss Applegate, so pleasing my dear, I look forward to our day together.”

His voice dark, oily, caressing the young girl’s senses as he took the flogger from Susan, then closed her fingers around the nipple clamps.

“I do believe you know what to do with these my precious dove.”

Abasi’s unblinking gaze seemed to hold Susan captive to his will as he waited for her to obey his command.
 
He kissed the top of her head, but it was not a kiss of affection. It was a kiss like you give a pet, as if showing ownership. She kept her head bowed, afraid of just what she might see in his eyes. Hatred. What could she have done to him to instigate such an intense emotion. Most of what happened after her arrival to Africa had been a blur. A hazy memory of heat and strange smells and dark people that spoke no English. Dark eyes that stared at her and showed no sympathy, no mercy. And then suddenly she was in the auction block, her body, her most intimate areas exposed, revealed and pawed, commented on, tested. Until she was sold and the fuzzy memory continued. And though there were holes in what she remembered, she was sure of one thing. She was a whore because of Abasi.

Such a sweet little dove you are Miss Applegate, so pleasing my dear, I look forward to our day together.

He took the flogger from her hand and then folded her hand around the nipple clamps.

I do believe you know what to do with these my precious dove.

The air grew still and a light sheen broke out on her skin. Her head still bowed, he didn't see her close her eyes, already anticipating their pain.

The first one hurt, the sharp pain making her give a strangled cry. She briefly hesitated, knowing what to expect. The second one hurt even more and she could not help its accompanying cry. It's bite was sharp and tears welled in her eyes and threatened to spill but she kept her head bowed, afraid to look at him. She knew that the flogger would not help. As much as he hated her, he would not go easy. This man wished to own her soul.

But when he sold her, he killed her soul.
 
As Abasi closed Susan fingers around the nipple clams he saw the fear in her stunning blue eyes, The fine shimmering sheen of sweat that bathed her, and the slight trimmer that passed through her gorgeous supple young body as she knelt before him in submission to his will for he was the Master and she the one to serve his will and pleasure. Susan’s soft liquid blue eyes fluttered close as she placed the clam to her nipple and tightened it. Abasi savored the little grimace of pain that marred Susan’s flawless beauty, the shimmering of tears in her soft blue eyes as Susan place the clamp to her other nipple. That little yip of pain, those sweet submissive tears to his will pleased Ahmad Abasi and the way this gorgeous young western beauty demurely kept her gaze lowered thrill him as well.

“Not so tight my sweet dove.”

Abasi almost cooed as he cupped Susan’s chin so she was forced to me his dark lust shimmering eyes. His hand slipped from Susan’s chin, her gaze held captive in his as a single finger traced the sensual bow of the young beauty’s slender throat, that moving finger so soft, so sensual, so wickedly seductive ass it slid down across Susan’s chest, down between the sweetly scented valley between her firm ripe breasts, and finally his calloused hands cupped them his thumbs rolling Susan’s clamped nipples under their pads. That commanding domineering gaze holding hers captive as he loosen the nipple clamps until the just caressed those sweetly tortured buds in a darkly sensual caress.

Susan still knelt before Abasi in complete submission to his will and her own dark cravings for what only he could grant her. His fingers softly running through her wild golden mane her honey golden hair dripping from their tips like liquid gold. Abasi leaned forward, his lips sensually brushing Susan’s.

“ So my sweet dove shall I bind you spread-eagled for the delights of the floggers sensual caress and fiery kiss, or simply commanded to kneel in the display position Miss Applegate as you please me?”

Abasi’s lips were just a breath away from Susan’s and as he spoke his lips sensually brushed hers as if holding out the promise that he would indeed grant her what she craved if she was his Good Little Golden Whore. It was then that Abasi reached for the flogger and commanded Susan to,

“Display!”
 
Not so tight my sweet dove.

He forced her to look at him, his eyes dark and devoid of actual sympathy. He refused to let her look away as his hand traced the curves of her body, until he reached her nipples, carefully loosening them until the bite of the clamps was less painful. The look she gave him reflected her gratitude for that kindness.

He ran his fingers through her hair, letting it trickle through the digits as he drew her face to his, lightly kissing her. He was almost tender, and it made her uneasy. She did not trust him. He was someone who enjoyed inflicting pain.

When he spoke, she felt a shiver run through her.

So my sweet dove shall I bind you spread-eagled for the delights of the floggers sensual caress and fiery kiss, or simply commanded to kneel in the display position Miss Applegate as you please me?

Her stomach clenched at his words and her brow grew worried. His hand quickly snatched up the flogger and she saw actual delight in his eyes.

Display!

She actually flinched at the word and thought that she saw a smile flit across his lips when he saw her reaction to his words.

She was afraid to hesitate and immediately pulled herself into the display position, her chest quickly falling and rising as she awaited his pleasure. She knew not how much longer she would be at his back and call, nor was it in her power to ask. But she wished it over. Oh, how she wished it over.

She sat before him, her eyes glancing to his hand that held the whip.
 
Oh that sweet intoxicating scent of fear, its reflection in the stunning young western beauty’s soft blue eyes. As he spoke, his oily voice wrapped around Susan as he casually said; So my sweet dove shall I bind you spread-eagled for the delights of the floggers sensual caress and fiery kiss, or simply commanded to kneel in the display position Miss Applegate as you please me? Oh such delicious fear and yet mingled with that fear was something else, arousal? Susan had seemed to lean into him when he had loosened the nipple clamps and the gratitude that he had seen in those soft azure blue eyes sparked a dark plan in his wicked mind.

Display.

He loved how sweet young Susan flinched at the mere utterance of that word as if the flogger had curled around her gorgeous supple body. Yet Susan did not hesitate but immediately rose to her knees and into the display position in one fluids motion. Abasi savored the moment as he watched Susan’s firm young breast so seductively and quickly rise and fall as she awaited his pleasure. This gorgeous young creature kneeling before him, her soft blue eyes nervously glancing to his hand that held the flogger her hands at the nape of her neck, her back arched thrusting her firm young breast up and out in offering to him, and her lily white thighs parted, her sweet pussy bared to him.

“What a stunning, delicate young creature you are my sweet dove.”

Ahmad Abasi’s oily voice wrapped around the kneeling young beauty before him, bound by her own sinful cravings for the pleasure his cock could give her as by any chain or rope. Abasi looped the flogger around Susan’s slender neck and drew her fully up on to her knees, his lips met hers in a darkly seductive kiss to sear her young soul with the promise of the pleasure this golden haired beauty craved. He knew without being told what Susan Applegate was longing for and hoping for, she wished it over, Oh how she wished it over, and yet her day with Abasi was just beginning.

Abasi slowly drew back his hand, the sinuous leathery tongues of the flogger seductively slithered over Susan’s shoulder to cascade down over the sensual curves of her torso. One of those slithering tongues caught on Susan’s taunt nipple, hung there for a moment before falling to sensually caress her velvet inner thigh. Ahmad Abasi slowly circled the kneeling golden haired western beauty. The long sinuous tongues of the flogger caressing Susan’s soft flawless skin as they explored her heaving breasts and the graceful, sculptured, arch, the column of the young beauty’s spine. Those caresses of sinuous leather tongues a wickedly seductive caress, then with the merest flick of his wrist they curled around Susan’s supple body to caress her breasts and to lick at her clamped nipples. It was not a hard or viscous blow but a wickedly seductive one that left the slights pink stripe on the girl’s soft creamy ivory skin to fan the arousal of Susan gorgeous traitorous young body.

The Way Abasi worked the flogger over Susan’s breasts and nipples, the sensual cures of her torso, the flat plane of her quivering abdomen, and her creamy ivory inner thighs was designed to excite and arouse every never in that glorious gorgeous body, until Miss Susan Applegate though she would die with pleasure, as Abasi mingled the slightest pain with the sensual caress of leather, as he painted a delicate lattice work of soft pink stripes on Susan’s flawless pale skin.
 
What a stunning, delicate young creature you are my sweet dove.

His voice slithered around in her brain, and yet it was his cock that her eyes kept returning to. She longed to have him plunging it into her, claiming her. He wrapped the flogger around her neck and her heart fair beat out of her chest as he pulled her upright on her knees, Abasi bending over and kissing her hard. It was almost like he was inside her head, mocking her, teasing her, torturing her in his way. Her nipples drew tight, aching heavy from the nipple clamps in anticipation of what lay ahead for her.

The first flicks of the flogger was a tease in her body, kissing places that made her shiver. Her hands remained clasped behind her head and yet each stripe that he laid on her body made her flinch with little jerks and jumps. Her skin began to buzz and she thought back to when she first arrived here and that buzz was in her constantly.

With practiced talent, Abassi would wrap the leather around her body, covering front and back, up and down. Nipples heavy with their clamps quaked, thighs quivered. Her skin tightened and her gasps filled the air.

Over and over she kept her position and through it all, she felt her body excited, and the pain somehow stepping her up each time, covering her body with goosebumps and a small niggling of pain.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
 
Despite her fear the way her gorgeous young body tensed in anticipation of pain, yes despite all that Susan’s soft blue eyes kept returning to the hard ridged line of Abasi’s cock. He could see that unholy desire, that burning craving, smoldering in the depth of those stunningly expressive azure blue eyes. Where Susan expected searing pain, instead she found the first strike of the flogger was a teasing, awakening, her supple young body, kissing places that made her shiver. Susan obediently kept her hands clasped at the nape of her neck and yet each stripe that Abasi laid on her flawless creamy ivory skin made Susan flinch with sensual little jerks and seductive jumps. The young golden haired beauty’s growing arousal filled Abasi’s nostrils with her intoxicating musky scent.

Abasi was a master of the lash and he could inflict searing pain, or seductive pleasure with a flick of his wrist. With practiced talent, Abasi wrapped the sinuous leather tongues around Susan’s gorgeous supple body. There was hardly a patch of the girl’s flawless skin that he did not explore with the flogger slithering, sinuous tongues as they licked every inch of Susan’s luscious young body, curled around her to lap at her nipples, heavy with their clamps, setting Susan’s thighs quivering and her skin to tightened as her sensual gasps filled the air.

Ahmad Abasi watched with pleasure as Susan’s eyes fluttered close and she took a deep steadying breath. He knew she was so near, he knew what she craved above all at that moment, her treacherous young body told him all he needed to know. How her nipples puckered as the flogger seduced and excited that gorgeous young body, and the mild pain he graced Susan with was somehow stepping up, fanning her arousal each time. That lithe supple young body now covered her with Goosebumps. It was at this moment that Abasi’s voice curled around Susan’s senses.

“What is it you desire my sweet little dove?”

The sinuous leather tongues curled around Susan’s hips to lick at her shaven pussy in an explosion of sensations as pleasure and pain mingled, in an instant to become one all consuming sensation that fed on each other till Susan was engulfed in a sinful tidal wave of raw pleasure.

“You must beg for what you want Miss Applegate or I cannot grant you your heart’s desire my little dove.”

Ahmad Abasi taunted Susan, as she knelt before him bound by her own desire to obey, as surely as if she were bound by chains.

“All you have to do is ask, to beg me for what you desire.”
 
She could not help herself. After the days and weeks and months of daily sex, of having her body teased and played and plucked and pulled, of having her body whipped and raped and fucked and sucked, she had come to expect it if not look forward to it. She had had sex with men and with women, and though she had no choice as to who enjoyed her body, she found that she preferred men to women.

She had no idea exactly how many had fucked her, and she knew that she had been fucked by all colors and creeds. And it was all because of the man that stood naked before her. Because of him, she was no longer free. Because of him, she was in the display position, naked with her nipples thrust up and out, heavy as the pearl clips lightly bit into her areolas while the man whipped her body into a frenzy. Because of him, she was a whore in which people apparently paid thousands of pounds to bed, or fuck on whatever piece of furniture, or lack thereof, that they wished.

And yet, she still found herself craving Abasi. Or perhaps it was instead the one thing that he possessed. His cock. His hand flicked, over and over, until it felt as if no part of her body was left ignored by the whip. The leather kissed her all over, circled around her nipples, slipped into her wet cleft to flick her clit. Her eyes closed in pain and pleasure until she feared she would scream. A trickled of her wetness gathered on her outer lips, puffy with desire. Mouth open in mid gasp, her skin quivered as the shiver ran through her.

What is it you desire my sweet little dove?

His voice filled her head and she sought the words to answer his question. On one level it irritated her for she knew well that he knew what she wanted. Each seemed to wish her to say the words. Only that group of 4 men had allowed her the beauty of just doing. Everyone else derived pleasure in her begging, of asking for it. They enjoyed seeing her grovel, seeing her ask for it. Seeing her sunk down to a level lower than themselves.

Again the flogger flicked against her sex and she thought that she would pass out from the pleasure that she felt.

You must beg for what you want Miss Applegate or I cannot grant you your heart’s desire my little dove. All you have to do is ask, to beg me for what you desire.

She licked her lips, her pink tongue peeking between her rosy lips to run across them. She had no pride. Not anymore. She knew what she craved. He knew what she craved. Her voice was tremulous as she spoke.

"Please, Mr. Abassi, Sir, please fuck me. Master, my heart's desire is that you fill my holes with your cock. Please, I beg of you, please fuck me."
 
Ahmad Abasi was pleased to see rather than flinching from the fiery seductive kiss of the flogger Miss Susan Applegate seemed to be leaning into, even as she was arching her back, offering her breasts and clamped nipped to be lashed. He smiled as he saw the shimmering sweet nectar of Susan’s arousal, and her puffy labia that gave proof of what the stunning young creature’s gorgeous supple body craved. Yet Susan’s soft blue eye’s silent eloquent begging was not what Abasi desired. No this once proud western beauty that had treated him like a mere bellhop, ordering him here there with a flip of her golden head and to fetch and carry must now pay and pay dearly for those insults to his masculinity. Not even selling this chaste beauty into sexual slavery was enough for him, she would mow have to beg him to fuck her, give voice to her shame. Once more his voice was clawing at Susan’s heart and soul.

“You must beg for what you want Miss Applegate or I cannot grant you your heart’s desire my little dove. All you have to do is ask, to beg me for what you desire.”

He watched as the tip of Susan’s little pink tongue slid across the bow of her moist ripe lips, saw in her shimmering blue eyes the realization of what she had to do to satisfy her treacherous young body’s cravings, and how here sweet angelic voice trembled with need as Susan said.

"Please, Mr. Abasi, Sir, please fuck me. Master, my heart's desire is that you fill my holes with your cock. Please, I beg of you, please fuck me."

“Such a sweet girl you are my dove asking so nicely to be fucked.”

As he spoke the lash’s sinuous tongues licked at Susan hungering pussy, unspeakable pleasure coursing through every fiber of her glorious young body.

“How shall I fuck you first Miss Applegate, and your hands and knees like a little bitch in heat?”

Ahmad Abasi wondered idly if Susan would cum just from the sensual caress and fiery seductive kiss of the lash before he ever plunged his cock into her, what glorious irony that would be.

“No I think astride me so I can take pleasure at seeing your sweet angelic face as I fuck you Miss Applegate.”

Again as he spoke the lash curled around Susan to lick at her breasts and nipples, and to dance across her soft velvet inner thighs and lick at her naked pussy before looping the flogger around Susan’s slender neck drawing her to him as his lips claimed her in a most intimate kiss that demanded all of the young golden beauty. As his mouth lingered on hers, his tongue dancing with her time stood still, there was no past, there was no future, just hear and now, that kissed that demanded her complete surrender, and her own burning craving to be fucked once more.

“Come to me Miss Applegate, come to me my sweet dove and take your pleasure.”

The flogger looped around Susan’s neck drew the young golden beauty down on top of Abasi as he reclined on to a sea of pillows. His eyes met hers as he slid the flogger from around her delicate neck, burning with lust for this flawless beauty.

“Mount me now Miss Applegate.”
 
Such a sweet girl you are my dove asking so nicely to be fucked.

Yet still he continued to tease her, to torture her body as the lash made little nips at her wet sex. The tip of the leather whip splashed in the desire gathered between her legs and she felt the wetness hit the inner left thigh and begin to run down her leg. She shuddered slightly at his words.

How shall I fuck you first Miss Applegate, and your hands and knees like a little bitch in heat?

She closed her eyes. She wanted to yell, to scream at the top of her lungs, 'I don't care how, just fuck me. Ram it into me until we both cum!' She wanted to yell it, but that was not allowed. Mistress had always taught her to be respectful. To snap at a client would have cost her dearly and as she did not like pain, instead she must play the games that the client wished. So she held her position and prayed that Abasi would soon tire of asking the questions and instead get to the act.

No I think astride me so I can take pleasure at seeing your sweet angelic face as I fuck you Miss Applegate.

He flicked the flogger several more times, her body a crisscrossing of red stripes that burned and sizzled, ached and fired in her brain. She knew that it would take some time for the marks to fade and before Mistress would sell her to the next client for an evening's entertainment.

Finally he looped it around her neck and drew her close to him, his lips kissing her and his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. The smell of cloves assailed her senses and ever after, whenever she would smell cloves, she would think of Mr. Abasi. It was very clear that to him, she was a plaything, something her could own and play with whenever he had the money to spare. It occurred to her: most of her sessions were with groups. Men, or sometimes perhaps men and women, who pooled their money together for an evening of fucking the western infidel. But very few had been for individuals. She knew that the price for her was high. Mistress must be making quite a profit off of her. So, Abasi must have parlayed his earnings from the sale of her to be able to afford her for so long, and alone.

Come to me Miss Applegate, come to me my sweet dove and take your pleasure.

He lay back among a plethora of pillows, silks and satins, pulling her down with him before removing the flogger from around her neck. He stared hard at her, masterful. She stared back at him hungrily.

Mount me now Miss Applegate.

She needed not a second urging. The tip of his cock glistened with his desire for her. Despite his superior airs, his body told her that his body desired her as much as she his body. Standing rigidly at attention, it awaited her touch.

She knew that he watched her every move. Now, her training took over. She placed a knee on either side of his hips, and with hands soft and small, wrapped them around the straining muscle. She firmly stroked it exactly 3 times before rising up to hover her wet slit over it. She rubbed the cockhead against her, mixing their moisture together before sinking down to envelope his cock in her hot wet core. The filling of that void within her brought a sigh from her lips and she paused a moment to relish in its feeling. Then, as if in a dance, she began the rhythmic rise and fall of herself on his cock, her back and hips undulating in a sexual dance. Her breast, heavy with their jeweled clamps, tugged and teased her nipples and each time they did, she found herself clenching his cock vaginally. Since her enslavement, her hair had started growing quite long and shone like spun gold in the glow of the lamplight, rippling with each rise and fall.
 
“Mount me now Miss Applegate.”

Susan needed not a second urging. The tip of his cock glistened with his desire for her and her own body craved his cock. Susan knew what to do, as she straddled Abasi her delicious little pussy hovering above the tip of his cock. Her delicate hands guided his ridged cock to her soft moist folds. Abasi’s hands circled Susan’s trim little waist he guided the once proud golden western beauty, he let her own weight her down on to his cock until she was fully impaled her shaven pussy grinding against his groin. Abasi let the naive little beauty thing she was in control as Susan. He could see the smoldering lust in the golden beauty’s azure blue eyes. The little smile that bowed her lips before they formed a sensual “O” as his cock brought a sigh from her, his cock filling the hungering void within her tight little pussy and she paused a moment to relish in its feeling. Then Susan began the rhythmic rise and fall of her gorgeous supple young body on his cock, her back arched and her hips undulating in a sexual dance. Her breast, heavy with their jeweled clamps, tugged and teased her nipples and each time they did, he felt her sweet young pussy clenching his cock. Susan’s long shimmering honey blonde hair shone like spun gold in the glow of the lamplight, rippling and flowing like liquid gold with each rise and fall of her young hips.

When Abasi felt the gripping of Susan’s pussy become more demanding as if her hungering young body was trying to draw him deeper into her to hold him within her Abasi let his hands slide up the sensual curves of her torso his knees came up to support Susan’s back, the as his arms came around the young girls shoulders he sat up pinning her between his chest and his knees so Susan was trapped fully impaled and could only roll her hips to hers as his cock teased her unmercifully.

“IS this what you wanted my chaste golden dove to be fucked?”

His fingers tightly entangled in Susan’s shimmering burnished golden hair, he snapped back her head arching her back His lips brushed the bow of her slender neck.

“Only to be fucked my dear, or perhaps you wished to cum as well Miss Applegate.”

Oh he had forced Susan to swallow what little pride she had when she had begged to be “FUCKED” now this stunning young western beauty would have to plead and beg to let her cum as well. Oh She must know that he could torment her for hours denying her the pleasure that Susan now craved while he himself would fill her fertile young womb time and again, rest, then force her to suckle and deep throat him, starting her agony all over again. Three Times yes three times he would fuck the proud beauty before he would let her cum, perhaps five or six times if Susan did not beg and plead sweetly enough to move him to grant her what she wanted.
 
She could feel his eyes in her as she slid up and down his cock, his hand on her waist. Slowly, his legs bent as his knees came up behind her. Then he was suddenly holding her speared on his cock, unable to move. She tried to move, unable to slide him in and out. It was suddenly frustrating and she looked in his eyes. They were dark and cold, and the smile on his lips was fake.

IS this what you wanted my chaste golden dove to be fucked?

His fingers grabbed her hair and she gave a cry out as he pulled her head back. All she could see was the ceiling, pain flaring through her scalp. His lips softly kissed her neck, and she was afraid of him. So easily he could snap her neck.

Only to be fucked my dear, or perhaps you wished to cum as well Miss Applegate.

Her eyes closed, as tears squeezed from their corners and ran down. She could not move, her sex repeatedly pulsing on the member that filled it.

Her voice quaked, realizing just what he wanted. She was to grovel for everything. To be fucked. For release. For climax. To cum. As her jaw trembled, she spoke.

"Mr. Abasi, please, I beg of you, please let me cum. I'm very sorry if I have not pleased you. I want to please you. To make you happy. May I please cum?"

What she longed to yell was, "what did I do to you that would make you sell me into this life? What crime did I commit? What atrocities did I do?"

But she knew that such questions were not wise. Her skin buzzed from the flogging. Just his body pressing against hers hurt and yet excited her. Thrilled and made her nauseous. She wished he would continue to fuck her, and she wished him dead. And she was afraid of him.
 
“Only to be fucked my dear, or perhaps you wished to cum as well Miss Applegate.”

Abasi watched as Susan’s stunning blue eyes fluttered closed her teas trickling down the bow of her flawless cheeks. Ahmad savored the moment, the proud western beauty brought low by her own shameful craving, brought to the point that she had begged him, an inferior to fuck her. That honey sweet angelic voice that had so casually ordered him here and there leave that fetch this quaked as the once proud beauty groveled to be fucked, for release, for the ecstasy she craved, and to be allowed to cum for him. Susan’s jaw trembled, as she spoke.

"Mr. Abasi, please, I beg of you, please let me cum. I'm very sorry if I have not pleased you. I want to please you. To make you happy. May I please cum?"

What a little liar Abasi thought for he had seen in the young golden beauty’s eyes what she really thought, and he guessed at what she really longed to scream and rant at him. "what did I do to you that would make you sell me into this life? What crime did I commit? What atrocities did I do?" and yet when this stunning young western infidel begged to let her cum despite all Abasi knew that that was what she wanted most in the world at that moment To cum for him.

“Of course you may cum my sweet obedient dove.”

His voice honey sweet as it mocked Susan and made it quite clear who the Master was.

“You may cum as many times as you want My perfect young beauty and fact you may cum till I grant you permission to stop.”

Abasi would now force Susan to cum until, the pleasure she so craved swept her away in a tidal wave of cascading orgasms, until she gasped and pleaded to stop to that point where pleasure almost became pain. Slowly he let his body unwind as he lay back and softly but firmly cooed,

“Open your eyes Miss Applegate I wish to see them as if fuck you, as you cum for me I want to enjoy their stunning azure beauty.”
The prophet had written that the eyes were the window to the soul and this was very true of Susan Applegate for despite all that she had been through and all that she had endured Susan was still very, very innocent in so many ways, and that innocence was written in the clear shimmering depth of her shimmering azure blue eyes. It is what made her so valuable to her Mistress and what made Abasi’s vengeance so sweet. Ahmad smiled up into those tear shimmering pools, gave Susan’s bottom a sharp little slap, as he let his legs slide down freeing his little dove to once again fuck herself on his cock until she drove herself half crazed with pleasure, and then he would demand that she continue until Susan begged for permission to stop.
 
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