Enslaved in his Harum

[Homerun2611]

Isabelle had no idea how much the Captain did not want to do this. Not the fucking, he loved fucking her, he loved fucking her more than he had ever loved anything. But not here, not like this. The Captain had done such a fine job in securing the Sultan’s interest, that the bids were such, if he later stole her away, it would be a high crime. High crimes required the perpetrators to be put to death by, the most excruciating means possible.

Well, there it was, he had dealt the cards, but let the stakes get too high, and now he had no choice but to play the hand. He had spread her legs, and as the Sultan looked on, Isabelle, th Captain's Isabelle, put on a show of passion and enjoyment that hardened every cock in the theatre. "Is she always that good?" The Sultan panted as he saw Isabelle's talons dig into the Captains back, and the riverlets of blood, spur the Captain ever harder and deeper.

"Oh can she ever take a big cock...looks how she trembles, her eyes of rolled back, she is shaking...never have I seen a slut so enjoy a massive cock!" The Captain turned, "She is the best I have ever had...I am confident the best there ever was. Her cunt can stretch and handle any dimension, only to find it tight and perfect at the next penetration." The Captain fucked her and fucked her until she screamed and soaked the Captain and a large percentage of the stage with her epic climax. His cum pouring out of her spent cunt."

"Okay, I am impressed. He had the gold brought to the stage, giving the Captain a chance to recuperate. He was again hard and he had Isabelle waiting on all fours. "Okay, one more hing and the deal is done...can she handle both of us...I will want to share her." The Captain smiled. "My dear Sultan, Isabelle doesn't even know herself all she might enjoy...this will be new to her, but it will tell you all you need to know as to he receptivity of new kinks and sexual adventures."

The Captain laid down on the ground as the crowd grew close, this would be a record sale. "Mount me my Isabelle." And she crawled up his body, and took her hand to guide him into her cunt dripping with their cum. She moaned and started to grind as she knew the Captain liked. He pulled her down, kissing her. "I have a special surprise..." The Captain could feel the Sultan positioning himself and then he felt the pressure through the wall of her vagina as the Sultan breached her ass. The Captain looked into his love's eyes, "Enjoy this...you are hosting the two finest cocks in the Mediterranean, and we are both here to enjoy your body's temple."

He felt the Sultan start to fuck her ass, "Oh her ass is incredible..." The Captain laughed, "No she is incredible...now let's enjoy her!"

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle didn't protest when she mounted Anthony's massive cock and felt an oil spill between the crack of her ass cheeks and the tip of her new owner's cock enter her most private place. Perhaps it was because of the drug that she consumed before hand but the young wife and now submissive slave didn't have any inhibitions to be performing such a sinful and wicked act in front of a crowd of onlookers. It was if Isabelle had no shame now, being taken by two dominate males. She was nothing but a slut, a female plaything to be used however her owner wanted.

But what was most shocking was the fact that the blonde slave was loving every minute of it...

She had no choice in the matter. Isabelle entire existence from this moment forward was to be a sexaul slave for a powerful male. She wished Anthony would have kept her for his own but that wasn't going to happen. She was worth more in profit and had made him a tidy sum. Isabelle had been purchased by a rich sultan who would keep her in his harum. She would dance for him and spread her legs anytime he wanted, giving her pussy on demand. Or her tight bunghole...

It wasn't long before another shattering orgasm rocked her body ! The combination of two hard cocks taking her at the same time drove her over the edge !

Unable to help herself Isabelle screamed in pure delight !!!!!!

 

[Homerun2611]

The obscene fucking commenced. The two men, with the two finest and largest cocks for a thousand miles, were lined up and ready to ravage the exquisite, young whore. 'What had his wench given Isabelle?' He had told her to help take the edge off, but she now had the look of a sex crazed dog, a bitch in heat, insatiable in desire, oblivious to any concern of propriety.

"Yes, Isabelle, we are finishing perhaps our last time together..." Anthony spoke in hushed tones as he did not want the Sultan to hear of his potential play of treason, "Make this last ride of my cock one we shall never forget!" He felt as the Sultan's own massive tool entered through Isabelle's taboo back door, increasing the pressure for both of them as their cocks were aligned and barely separated by her thin walls.

Suddenly the men, while never slowing their deep and intense double penetration and obscene on display fucking of the incredibly accommodating and wanton Isabelle, were conducting a discussion like a salesman and a car collector out test driving a vintage Ferari!

Sultan: "Anthony, she is superb, she is tight, yet she handles each of our size and enjoys it, how does she possibly?"

Captain: "She is, I know, a marvel, imagine if you could teach even half your women to enjoy, appreciate and please a man like this...enjoy as he body is ravaged, and she cries for even more cock inside of her!"

Sultan: "Yes, yes, you have created a masterpiece here, she will lead my house, my queen of whores, my first wife...setting the bar in every way!"

Captain: "Thank you, but you give me too much credit, her cunt is as if designed by the God's...and her ass...well you are seeing for yourself...and then her mouth...she has an unquenchable thirst for cum!

Their dialogue went on, evaluating and complimenting her speed, handling and endurance. And then, it was how she looked on the showroom floor. "I promised you didn't I...a more beautiful slave will never be auctioned anywhere...nor a more enjoyable FUCK!"

She was a star, a star of stars and her fans screamed out their compliments in all languages...

La perfecta puta - "The perfect whore!" - Spanish

A rainha de cum - "The Queen of cum!" - Portuguese

Κοιτάξτε πόσο εύκολα και επιδέξια ευχαριστεί δύο τεράστια πέους - "Look how easily and skillfully she pleases two huge cocks!" - Greek

La pute immortelle, un chef-d'œuvre soumis! - "The Goddess whore, a submissive masterpiece!"

Her talents spoke a universal language of debauchery, a tribute to decadence.

She screamed out in orgasm time after time, bathing both cocks in her abundant juices until they could last no longer and violently exploded as they drowned her cunt and asshole in cum!

He knew he would only have this last moment and so as they rode out their orgasms Anthony whispered one last secret, "I love you....my dear Isabelle...I always will...know that I am damned without you!"

The handsome Sultan could not believe what he had just experienced, the woman that would now be his, "Thirty pounds of gold and take her to my chambers, dress her, bedazzle her in jewels, and she will meet and begin training my other whore wives after dinner!"

The Captain was shocked, "20 pounds!" The Sultan laughed..."you can retire Captain...go build a palace and slaves, and stil have a king's ransom left for your crew. You can sail the rest of your days, and you will never have another treasure like her!"

The Captain took his money and handed out two pounds to his deliiously happy crews, "For him this was not the most joyous, but rather the most wretched, for he had receive a fortune for that which in his mind was priceless!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle strugged to catch her breath. To be honest she had almost fainted from the sheer pleasure of having two males use her body, treating her like a common whore, in front of so many observers. The former married southern belle prayed that her dear husband had not witnessed such a decadent act being performed upon her...Isabelle strugged to catch her breath. To be honest she had almost fainted from the sheer pleasure of having two males use her body, treating her like a common whore, in front of so many observers. The former married southern belle prayed that her dear husband had not witnessed such a decadent act being performed upon her...never in her life had Isabelle ever imagined that something like this would ever happen to her ! But she had to admit that she had never known such pleasure or felt like such a total female !

Even with her eyes closed, after they had finished with her, Isabelle was aware that her new owner, the arab sultan, who had enjoyed her from behind, had paid Anthony a handsome profit for his new purchase. The wealthy sultan seemed more than satisfied happy with his blonde acquisition. From this moment forward Isabelle would serve as a slave in his harum or perhaps as many of his many wives.

Unable to prevent it a single tear escaped from her pretty blue eye. Her pirate captain had sold her to the highest bidder without a second thought. Isabelle was worth nothing to him, no more than a sex slave. Keeping her eyes downcast she was herded with the other purchased females from the market into one of several draped covered coaches carried by male slaves and eunichs into the hot desert...

 

[angelique127]

Of the other four slaves in the carriage Isabelle was the only white female. She could feel their resentment and jealousy because of her high valued blonde hair. Blondes were very rare and therefore treasused somewhat becaused of their delicate white skin. Isabelle could only pray that she would be protected from the animosity of the darker females who would abuse her because of her skin color.

Despite her situation Isabelle was determined not to cry or show weakness. She held her head up high, hoping for the best...if only Anthony had not sold her and kept her for himself. Isabelle would have done anything to make the handsome pirate happy...instead he had abandoned her and sold her into captivity to some wealthy muslim sultan...

Isabelle was determined not to cry in front of the other captives....

 

[Homerun2611]

The Sultan was outraged when he heard that Isabelle had been packaged along with common slaves. He grabbed his top officer, "Soliel, I just spent 30 pounds gold for that...that....Isabelle! What do you mean she was sent with the other slaves...she should be treated with care, or heads will roll, do you understand me!" Of he rode personally with his two top guards, and soon they intercepted the caravan wanting to extricate Isabelle, but inside they heard significant commotion.

Back at the palace the Sultan was yelling orders. Tonight we will have a feast in honor of my new wife to be. Dancers, wine, roasted pig, I want it to be a night of drinking and decadence, I will have her perform for all of us. Strip the dance of the seven veils. I want all my whores here to watch the woman they will all submit to. I want her dressed in the most ornate and revealing attire possible. She has the body of a goddess and I want to enjoy! Off they ran, no one dared disappoint the Sultan.

Meanwhile as one palace prepared to accept her arrival one man mourned her departure. The Captain was inconsolable. He had paid his crew, and let most of them go. He kept a skeleton crew to man the ship, and bought horses for he and his two finest swordmen and archers.

The men at first objected, but when each was offerred three pounds of gold, more than twice what they were otherwise make in a lifetime, they accepted. Steal Isabelle and then they would dispappear, the Captain alone would need to bring her back and make it on the ship. This was a perilous adventure, if captured he would suffer a horrible tortorous death. He did not care, there was no life without her, and no greater torture!

 

[angelique127]

The caravan continued across the desert in the heat. Inside the carriage the heat was unbearable as well as the temper of the other females. Their was no doubt the other dark skinned slaves resented and even despised Isabelle because of her pale skin. It was no secret that she had been purchased at a higher price than all of them combined because of her blonde hair and fair skin. Isabelle tried her best to ignore the hateful glances and the comments they made, even though she could not understand their language Isabelle knew they were less than friendly. No doubt they were laughing and mocking her and Isabelle could feel their jealously. She could only pray that this trip to their destination would be over soon. However life in the sultans harum might not be much better...

Isabelle tried to put Anthony out of her mind as she looked out the window at the endless expanse of sand dunes. The handsome pirate captain had ransacked their ship and kidnapped her by force, taking her away from her loving husband and the sheltered and safe life that Isabelle had ever known, only to use her for his own pleasure and sell her to some rich sultan. At least Isabelle still retained her dignity despite being a slave...

Just then, unexpectantly and out of the blue, the tall black female suddenly attacked her, pulling her long blonde hair and smacking Isabelle's face..." You are a filthy white whore ! " she hissed in english, continuing to slap the young helpless blonde who was taken by surprise. Isabelle could only defend herself by putting her hands up to cover her pretty face !

" Oh please stop...please do not hurt me ! " Isabelle protested. The black female slave continued to pull the blonde by the hair and slap her silly calling her a bitch. Isabelle could only plead for her to stop, unable to defend herself against the onslaught. The other lesser slaves cheered and encouraged the black female while she slapped down the blonde making her cower. Isabelle, the perfect proper lady had never been in a violent altercation in her entire life, always depending on a man to defend her honor and did not know how to respond except to plead for mercy...

Suddenly the carriage door was forced opened and the black female was pulled from the coach by a strong male guard who throw her onto the sand. " How dare you touch the future wife of the sultan ! " He then proceeded to produce a nine foot whip from his robe, the same kind they used upon the slaves on the plantations in the deep south in America and began to whip the female agressor as she rolled upon the sand begging for forgiveness and mercy.

Isabelle fainted, whether from the circumstances or the heat no one would ever know...

When she awoke hours later the young blonde was in a cool bath being attended by several female slaves who were washing her body, making her feel like a queen...these ladies were not in any way a threat, attending to her body as servants should, washing her body with soft scented sponges and shampooing her long silky hair before rinsing it with copper juggs filled with warm water. Next the hair from her underarms and legs was removed by a razor. At last the blondish hairs from her pubic mound were trimmed and waxed leaving a tuft of blonde pubes as proof of her hertiage. Isabelle was dressed in the finest sheer silks which left little to the imagination, perfumed and adorned with pearls, rubies and other jewels. She knelt on her knees and waited, not knowing what her future had in store...










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[Homerun2611]

Soleil had quickly tracked down the caravan, killed the black whore who had been attacking the Sultan's prize purchase. But as he looked at the woman's face who he had just watch perform so provocatively, but now had a puffy lip, and a scratch on the side of her face. He let out a deep sigh, the Sultan would not be happy.

The women did their best, pampering and dressing Isabelle. Before the feast the Sultan wanted t see his new prize, perhaps enjoy her for a second in private before she performed at the feast. However, when he entered her chambers, the chambers reserved for his top wife, his smile vanished as fast as his hard cock went soft.

"What...what happened?" He bellowed. "You look like shit..." he walked over, threateningly, and then she felt the back of his hand, crash against her other cheek. "You have one job, to be beautiful and available to service my needs...ONE JOB...do not disappoint me again...or I will truly punish you!"

He screamed at his servants as he walked out of her chambers...the feast...the party is cancelled...she is not presentable...fix her...reschedule for the day after tomorrow....I will dine in my quarters, send Lavinia to me...I will be forced to fuck her tonight!

The Captain was just arriving in the palatial city. He knew he could trust no one. As much as he wanted to go and quickly retrieve her, he knew if he made the wrong move, they were both dead. He was staying at a brothel, he needed to learn, and never were men more stupid and thoughtless than when they were having sex. He sat in a dark corner, drinking his rum when Soleil walked in...he recognized the man from earlier...he watched to see if he had a favorite concubine?

 

[angelique127]

"...you have one job, to be beautiful and available to servive my needs. ONE JOB ! Do not disappoint me again...or I will truely punish you ! "

The cruel words echoed in her brain, hurting Isabelle worse than the slap on the cheek. How is it my fault this happened ? she thought, not daring saying the words out loud. Isabelle want to protest her innocense but chose to remain silent instead not wanting to risk further punishment from her enraged master. Females knew their place within the confines of the harum and that meant never disagreeing or disobeying, to be meek and docile and never cause a disturbance.

It was true, her one purpose in life now was to please her master. No exuses...

" Forgive me master, I will do my best in the future not to disappoint you again. " Isabelle knelt, her eyes cast downward.

" Very well, I will send someone to attend to your needs. See that you do not make her angry. I will not tolerate dissention, just because you are blonde and lived a spoiled and pampered lifestyle does not make you better than everyone else. " the sultan said before exiting the room.

My God he thinks I am to blame for the assault upon myself ! I did nothing to cause it... Isabelle reasoned. In the end, it did not really matter anymore. She was trapped in some forsaken land, forced into slavery to a mean cruel sultan, sold by a dashing handsome pirate for a kings ransom...yes Anthony had awakened something something in her by showing Isabelle the joys and pure pleasure of being a female...something she had never experienced before, something she could never have imagined ! Now the former wife and southern belle was nothing more than a purchased whore and piece of property for some rich sultan. Anthony was probably drinking in and spending his gold on wine, women and such entertainment, Isabelle just a distant memory to him now, one of many countless females discarded by him over the years while she was trapped here for eternity, lost and forgotten, subjected to a lifetime of endless abuse of the body as well as the mind.

No Anthony was gone, just like her dear husband was. It caused pain to think how she had betrayed Charles, falling in wicked lust with the handsome pirate but she was trying to survive in a man's world...

Isabelle's thoughts were interrupted by a pretty scantily clad female with long black hair who entered the room. She seemed rather dark perhaps of Italian descent.

" Forgive me princess but I was sent to attend you in your recovery My name is a
Athena. " she said kneeling beside Isabelle. " I think I can heel your black eye and lip. "

Isabelle smiled at her grateful for the companionship, but not in anticipation of healing, only to marry and become another one of the sultans brides.

" Come please and sit here while I perpare a salve to put upon your eye and make you very beautiful again for our deserving master. " Athena instructed, motioning to a silk covered chair before a table and mirror. Isabelle did as she was told.

Athena lifted up the long locks of Isabelle's blonde hair in her fingers, " You have such thick luxurious hair princess ! I have always desired to be a blonde. May I brush it for you ? "

" Really ? Yes you may brush it if you wish. " Isabelle answered, " But please call me Isabelle since I am not yet married to the sultan. "

 

[Homerun2611]

The Sultan was in a rage when he had seen Isabelle, his prize position battered like a brothel whore, if anyone was going to do that, it would be him. She would learn the pleasure of pain at his guidance, and then help him train his other girls in the sexual arts to which she seemed to be a natural. He thought back on their last encounter, he had not been severe enough.

He sent the girl that had been hand feeding him grapes, with her he sent a message to Athena. "I will join you when the sands in the glass are gone, before it is turned..." The rough translation of tha was 15 minutes. "Bag her face as it disgusts me right now, but strip her, and put her on the rack..and make yourself beautiful for me to enjoy!"

The Sultan finished his snack, as he dined he had one of his women perform cunnilingus on one of the new slaves for his enjoyment. That did not improve his mood. He had the jugglers come in, the jesters, even the musicians. Nope, nhing was going to make him feel better.

He took a last swig of alcohol and felt a bit tipsy as he stood. "Fuck, the whore better be ready!" He muttered as he headed to meet them. "Thirty pounds gold, and she shows up looking like that...she would learn not to disappoint, or he would find the captain and have his head for giving him this trollop!"

 

[angelique127]

Athena applied a warm compress made of healing tea leaves and herbs upon Isabelles eye and let it set for a few minutes. ...

" I must make you beautiful again for our master. I am very good at putting on make up to hide your injury. Trust me he will never know that you are damaged. " Athena whispered.

Of course Isabelle did not protest. It was better if the sultan was not displeased in any way. Within minutes Athena worked her magic, doing her eye shadow and long eyelashes to perfection, as well as applying a rich red lipstick, making Isabelle appear as a goddess. You could barely notice her injuries.

Satisfied Isabelle admired her reflection in the mirror. She did appear as a beautiful princess. Perhaps now her master, the sultan would forgive her for disappointing him.

" Come with me please, our master awaits us. " Athena insisted. Hand in hand they left the room and went down a hallway towards another room. Upon entering Isabelle noticed a leather covered bench with belt like straps in the center of the room. Suddenly Isabelle was siezed by two muscular male slaves and bent over the device face down with her derriere in the air for all to see. Their was no use in struggling...

" Oh please...what is the meaning of this ? " Isabelle protested, now secured, helpless and suddenly very afraid.

" Hush, please princess, it is what our master wishes ! " Athena warned her. Although the sultan desired Isabelle's pretty face be covered with a hood, the loyal slave Athena thought he might be pleased with her expert handiwork and decided to cover Isabelles face with only a veil of sorts.

They waited for the sultan's grand entrance...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain finally approached the Sultan's general in the brothel. "I see you have come to enjoy some of the spoils of the Sultan's generosity. Let me suggest Solome here, she is not the beauty of your whore, although, given the way she looks right now, she is far better." It bothered the Captain, his referring to Isabelle as a whore, because he had never really thought of her like that, despite her clearly being his property. However, what bothered him much more was the statement about her looks. "Did something happen, after the king's ransom the Sultan paid, I assumed he would treat her preciously."

The general laughed, "She is a whore, a cunt, an expensive whore, but the sultan has no feelings for her, and if she turns ugly or loose from use, he will discard her. For you it was a treasure, bu the Sultan is the richest man in these seas. The stupid whore let another whore beat her up, didn't even fight back, I don't think the bitch has it in her. She is safe now, but she better not disappoint him again, or it might be his blade she feels."

The Captain was sick, perhaps the Sultan was no better than the masochist, what had he done? He needed to figure out a way to save her soon. He looked at the whore, maybe if she was the General's favorite he might extract some secrets to help him rescue his Isabelle, or at least visit her? He paid the brothel keep, paid extra for the private room, but he had no delusions there weren't spies everywhere. "So what sort of kinks does the mighty Captain with the legendary sword enjoy?" He just smiled, he wanted to get in private, but his real answer was 'A gorgeous blonde, with incredible tits and the most amazing cunt...and how he might get her back!'

The sultan was not only in a rage, he was now in a drunken rage! He stormed into the room, his purchase bound to the chair, Athena, posing and waiting for is entrance. "You tended to the cunt? When can I enjoy her again, I paid a fortune for her, not this bruised whore!" Athena knew the Sultan needed to be settled and released, he could be a cruel man, if not happy. She let him watch as she peeled her remaining clothes, she was attracted to the new addition herself, far more than her master, but to get what she wanted and to protect the girl, she knew what to do.

She dropped to her knees, and pulled out his big hard cock. She grabbed the shaft and slapped each of her cheeks, "You can enjoy her, her cunt is as tight and juicy as always, her face is pretty, but needs another day or so to heel. Let me pleasure and ready you master, then you can fuck your new toy...I will even help you!" And with that she commenced aggressively sucking the cruel, but very very rich, sultan's big cock....

 

[angelique127]

Bound and secured with her derriere exposed for all to see and a mask covering the bruises on her pretty face Isabelle was thankful the dark haired servant girl, Athena had distracted the cruel sultan from his intended purpose, at least for the moment. Isabelle could not imagine being wedded to such a tyrant, he was nothing but a brute, although her standing and prestige in the harum would make her life more secure from the common servants and slaves, she would still have to deal with the jealousy of his other wives.

Blondes may be valued by the males but were despised by the other females. It was just the way it was in a harum filled with asian, african and muslim slave girls. Unfortunately Isabelle had no choice in the matter, she would have to learn to submit to both male and female.

Although Isabelle couldn't see what was going on behind her, she knew that Athena was worshipping her masters cock using her mouth. She could hear the sultan vocally abusing his slave, saying such unmentionable things while he made her gag on his penis...was she next to suffer ? If so Isabelle was completely helpless and could offer no resistance...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Sultan looked at Isabelle, or Güzel, as he would name her. It meant beautiful in Turkish, and he found the blonde whore beautiful beyond belief. "Athena you have done well, the whore is well prepared for my arousal, and I don't have to look at that ugly beaten face,, until it is ready for me o enjoy it. As reward, you may prepare my cock for her ass." He pulled Athena toward him, and pushed her to her knees. "Mmmm, yes cunt, yes, that feels good...very good, you may earn a spot in my bed yet..." Suddenly he was grabbing the back of her head, fucking her throat so deep, she could barely breath, gagging and choking, but terrified to not please the Sultan's big cock.

The sultan kept eying his prize whores new ass, with her legs spread wide, her pink pucker, was just calling for his big cock inside of her. His cock was no dripping with her spit, "Lubricate her, tongue her ass, so I can enjoy it!" On command, she released his cock, and they went toward Isabelle's propped up ass. She kept stroking his big cock while she kindly ran her tongue up Isabelle's soft pink slit, over her taint, and soon was rimming her asshole, wetting it with copious amounts of saliva, before pressing in to lube her entrance.

Meanwhile the Captain was enjoying his reconnaissance, which was probably not entirely appropriate, but he felt he needed to be seen as genuine in order to gain the ladies intel he sought. Presently the General's whore was bending over in her scarved bed, slipping her hands into the wrist holds, and availing herself. "I too like it hard from behind, and my cunt has never failed to deliver delight. Why don't you open me up with that magnificent blade and let me feel your power!" Soon the captain was balls deep inside of her, his pelvis slamming her ass. She was no Isabelle, not close, but he was frustrated, and fucking felt good.

He did not lose sight of why he was there though, he needed an entree into the palace, but he needed to do it by stealth. "So, tell me about the General and the Sultan, do you ever entertain for them in the palace?" Her story was so compelling he stayed and purchased an extra session, after all, the least he could do was stay and enjoy the young whore's ass and cunt, afterall, he was doing it for his Isabelle!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle tried not to whimper when the slave girl Athena toched her private places getting her ready for their master. The blonde slave was competely helpless, tightly secured and bound with vurnable creamy white ass in the air...never in her entire life had she imagined that anything like this would ever happen to her ! Isabelle had always thought of sweet romantic dreams where a handsome knight in shining armour rescued her from the evil dark knight and saved her and they lived happily ever after ! Her wealthy father and husband Charles had doted upon her and treated her like a princess, where once she was waited upon hand and foot, but Isabelle had taken it all for granted. How she wished that she could have her old life back.

But it was too late...her loving husband was gone forever, sold into slavery. Charles might have a better chance than her of being ransomed by his wealthy family. Unfortunately for Isabelle her destiny was to be one of the sultans many wives, nothing more than a sex slave really.

Isabelle waited for the sultan to mount her from behind. He had already violated her tight asshole once before, along with Anthony when he had showed off his dominance as his property before selling her. With each passing moment Isabelle hated the pirate captain more and more for selling her into captivity into such a wicked hell hole ! If it were possible she would scrath Anthony's eyes out with her fingernails. Desperate Isabelle tried not to cry, it would only ruin her makeup and disgust her master further...her whole existance depended upon her looking pretty and pleasing him.

 

[Homerun2611]

Anthony could not imagine a life without Isabelle. As he stood in the brothel getting valuable information from the gorgeous young whore", who was more than willing to feed him the information he requested, as long as he also fed her, his big, thick, talented cock. "So, there is a back entrance where the Sultan orders dancers and prostitutes to entertain his guests, and his more outrageous kinks? And when you go, do you take guards with you?"

"Oh....Yesssss!" She moaned, at first he thought it was simply her fifth orgasm, she was clamped on as he filled her like no other man, and she wanted it in every position, as she came and came and came." Finally she slid off, a slumping heap of used pussy. "Yes, we need guards to drive us, and make sure no one jumps us, the Sultan wants his women looking perfect. There was supposed to be such a party tonight, but it has been moved to the day after tomorrow, why do you ask?" Her fingers were rubbing her worn out pussy, but she licked her lips. "I'd like to try to put that in my mouth, a cock that magnificent, I am sure produces the sweetest cum!" Reluctantly the Captain obliged.

Meanwhile the Sultan's cock was dripping with Saliva, and Isabelle's asshole was calling. He kicked poor Athena to the side, and she apologized for not realizing the Sultan was done with her lubricating of his cock. He came up behind Isabelle and gave her ass hard smack. "I will forgive you for letting them beat your face, but next time, if you displease me, you will face my wraith." With that, and with no further warning, he drove his dripping cock deep and hard in her asshold. "Now please me whore...work that ass, and show me your gratitude!"

 

[angelique127]

" Now please me whore...work that ass and show me your gratitude ! " the sultan demanded.

Isabelle was helpless, restrained with leather straps, her lovely white ass vurnable for the sultan to ravish. He wasted no more time and mounted her from behind, suddenly driving his hard cock into her delicate tight hole. The blonde slave bit her lip , in an attempt to not cry out in pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was demeaning her. Isabelle did her best to relax her body and give in to the sultans assault upon her body !

A tear fell from her eye, not from the pain but from the humilation of being used by a cruel and dominating master. Isabelle prayed that it didn't ruin her makeup causing her further punishment. Taking a deep breath Isabelle began moving her white derriere, grinding against her masters cock and trying to please him. She was his slut, nothing but a slave now, his plaything to do whatever he wished.

To her dismay Isabelle found it a little exciting to be taken by such a dominating male...maybe she really wasn't all that innocent after all ! It was only natural for females to submit to the stronger more powerful males...

For some reason the blonde slave's pussy craved her new masters hard cock inside her cunt...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Sultan drove his salival covered cock, into his new property's ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, he released his anger as his cock drove deep, until his pelvis slammed into he ass, his balls, against the ever wetter lips o her cunt. He let out a scream and brought the flat of his hand down with a loud BANG on her ass.

Thus it began, thrusting slapping calling out his lusts and filth in a tongue Isabelle would not understand, but would have made a sailor blush. He called to Athena, as Isabelle's hands were tied, "I can smell her musk, my whore likes it hard in the ass...play with her pussy, I want to fele lhe orgasm in her ass, squeezing my cock even harder.

Athena dutifully came over, and was more than happy to play with the beautiful blonde, fingering her pussy, teasing her clit, she felt Isabelle responding. "The Sultan wants you to cum Isabelle, demands it...you must do as told...please ...or we will both be beaten!"

Anthony finished his business, the general had been right, before Isabelle he wold have thought her quite talented. Isabelle had ruined him for others, and now, as he bribed the owners of the brothel, he would be one of the drivers bringing the talent to the Sultan's party, two days hence.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was totally helpless and being ravished by the cruel sultan. She despised him for what he was doing to her most delicate place but the leather straps prevented all resistance. He demanded that the servant wench Athena play with her pussy while he took her from behind like a stallion. The slave girl whispered and begged her to orgasm for both of their future safety but Isabelle could not feel any pleasure in what was happening to her...

The blonde slave did not want to be punished, she had even heard stories that females who displeased the sultan had been given to the male guards who ravished them continuely for hours at their own leisure. The unluckly few females that managed to survive were treated no better than a dog, forever forced into humiliating submission and made to serve their new owners.

" Oh please master...use my tight ass hole for your pleasure...oh God it feels so good when you take me with your mighty sword ! Oh God yes... yes...please...it feels so good ! " Isabelle pleaded, faking an orgasm. It wasn't the first time however, the southern belle wife had sometimes did it because her husband's insercurities after lovingmaking in his failure to please her.

The sultan seemed convinced and shoot his seed deep inside her ass. Grunting he relaxed before dismounting her. " Very well you may untie her. I may require her presence later in my chambers. " he instructed and turned to leave the room. Afterwards Athena removed the leather straps and helped Isabelle from the rack. Unable to hold back the tears any longer they both collapsed in each others arms on the floor and cried...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Sultan was pleased, the face was still a bit of a mess, his taking of her ass had wiped some of her makeup away. He wouldn't face her when they fucked until she was perfect. He had paid a king's ransom for this whore, enough to build a palace himself. He thought about the Captain, he was a shrewd businessman, for he had certainly presented the whore in a manner that fetched the very highest price.

Yet the Captain was barely appreciative, even as he handed over, pound after precious pound of pure gold to him. It was almost as if the woman was worth more to him than the gold. That was why the Captain, while useful, was a fool! He had purchased the blond bitch because he had thousands of fortunes, but if he were the Captain, he would have sold the whore without a moments hesitation.

Yet, she was a good whore, trained well, and an asshole born to take cock. How the bitch had enjoyed, her dirty talk, " Oh please master...use my tight ass hole for your pleasure...oh God it feels so good when you take me with your mighty sword ! Oh God yes... yes...please...it feels so good ! " Then the whore had cum, loud and obscene, of course Athena had helped, but the sultan knew it was his cock, deep in her ass, giving his royal seed, that had sent her over.

The sultan gave her notice, all f his women should always be ready to serve him, at their finest, on his beck and call. " Very well you may untie her. I may require her presence later in my chambers. "[/B He was lying, she was not at her best, with rest, two day, then he wouold enjoy, fuck her every hole, perhaps share her, he had enjoyed that. Now, he would go to the bathhouse, have the slav girls, bathe, massage and oil him. Tonight, the new Indian girl, the one with the nice fat titites...yes, that wouod be fun, holding those tits from behind while he mounted the bitch. Perhaps her sister too...It was great being a Sultan...he loved his life!

 

[angelique127]

Athena helped Isabelle back to her chambers, seeming to take the blonde slave under her wing. She felt some pity for the fragile delicate blonde who had been abused by her master when taken in such a brutal manner. To be honest Athena really couldn't understand why the sultan was so displeased with his brides face, it wasn't that bad or unappealing. Isabelle was absolutely beautiful...

" I can't believe he treated me like that...I did nothing wrong ! That evil bitch who attacked me was jealous of me. Oh my God...I can't live like this...like a slave... forever. I just want to go home ! " Isabelle stated, refusing the urge to cry anymore. The thought of ending her life crossed her mind, instead of living in this nightmare of endless bondage and total submission to a heartless cruel male, where only her precious body was of any value.

If their ship had not been overtaken by such brutish pirates Isabelle and her husband would have been home by now, safe and secure on their plantation. In actuallity she would be planning her nieces lavish wedding to be held on their grand plantation. Honestly there was no one to blame but the heartless pirate captain Anthony who sold her into captivity in the first place. Isabelle hoped that the pirate brute was enjoying spending his gold on every whore he could find ! She hated his guts for selling her to some cruel sultan and making her live in sexual captivity for the rest of her life.

Athena did her best to comfort Isabelle. She held her and whispered encouragement, soothing her. Athena fed her little cakes which seemed to relax Isabelle.

" You must be ready in case the master summons you. If you cry he will be angry because it ruins your beautiful face for his pleasure. Let me help prepare you if necessary. " Athena said, picking up a comb to brush Isabelle's long blonde hair.

" If he demands that you dance again for him, just remember to let the music take over your senses. Let your body surrounder...become one with the music and sway your hips gracefully. He will appreicate your submissiveness and desire you above all others. You must gain his favor..." Athena advised...

 

[Homerun2611]

The Captain had been busy, understanding the ins and outs of the Sultan's lair, he knew their was going to be a major party this coming Friday, the day after tomorrow. It was to be Isabelle's unveiling and she would be the center of a sexual show that would be used to entertain the Sultan's wealthiest friends. The Captain would hate it, but he had no choice. For until that were done, the ability to find her and escape were almost impossible.

So now, dressed in dark wrappings he stood hidden in the shadows. He had seen the Sultan come by, and due to his feelings for Isabelle, and his nightmares of the Sultan using and abusing his love, he despised the man. Next came Isabelle, and another woman, perhaps a type of handmaiden. The woman stopped as Isabelle kept walking, the captain had thrown a small stone to distract her. The captain motioned her over displaying a piece of gold in his hand

He took Athena's hand and gave her the gold. He motioned toward Isabelle, "Do you know her?" Athena nodded "Can I trust you to stay quiet if I give you this?...I need you to take Isabelle a message. Tell her, her captain is here. At the party look for me, and I will find her...oh, and please, please tell her...I love her, and my life means nothing without her?" He saw the girl smile and nod, before running off....

 

[angelique127]

Athena wondered who the msterious stranger was who gave her a gold piece to deliver a message to Isabelle. A message of love...could it actually be her husband ? The gossip was that the Isabelle was captured along with her husband by pirates and were both sold into slavery at the auction. Had her husband managed to escape and was planning to rescue her ? If so it would be very dangerous for them both if caught...and he must really love his wife to risk such an endeavor.

Nevertheless Athena waited to give Isabelle the message as she was helping the blonde prepare for bed and they were alone in prvate.

" Isabelle listen to me...when we were walking back here tonight a man dressed in a dark clothing distracted me and asked that I give you a message. He said that to look for him at the party Friday and to find him. And that he loves you and that he life means nothing without you. "

Isabelle's reflection in the mirror looked stunned at first. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest at the very thought of him. Was Anthony really her to save her ? " You saw this man. What did he look like ? "

" I am sorry Isabelle, his face was covered by a hood and I could only see his eyes. They were dark, intense...and he had a slight accent. This strange man was tall and had broad shoulders. He was your husband perhaps ? "

Oh God it had to be Anthony ! Charles was barely no taller than she and thin, Isabelle reasoned...

" Perhaps...but how could he have escaped ? " Isabelle whispered, not about to confide to her new companion about having a torrid and sinful affair with a pirate captain since she was a married woman.

" He must love you very much to come here and find you. It is romantic ,yes, but very dangerous also. If you are caught...well the sultan is extremely pocessive about his property. You need to be careful and keep it a secret and tell no one. "
Athena warned.

" Yes of course, besides no one likes me here except you. I hope I can trust you Athena. "

Her companion smiled and nodded, " I hate the sultan more than you do. I would never betray you or any other female he owns. " Athena promised while resuming to brush Isabelles long blonde hair. " I wished someone loved me as much as he does. "

For the first time since she was sold, Isabelle felt hope for the future ! She couldn't believe that Anthony had come to fetch her and save her from her dire fate and impending marriage to a cruel sultan.

 

[Homerun2611]

Athena was confused, the man she had met did not seem like some wealthy man fro the United States? She had only seen a bit of him, but what she saw made her think he was handsome and rugged, even as he handed her the gold, the very make-up of the man had inspired wetness between her legs. Of course so did this beautiful blonde. Blonde women were unusual enough in themselves, let alone one so beautifully proportioned and with such classic beauty. When Athena first saw her she had thought her immortal, only a Goddess could be so beautiful, hair like spun gold.

She tried to warn her of the Sultan's wrath, he was not jus unforgiving, he was harshly cruel. " Yes of course, besides no one likes me here except you. I hope I can trust you Athena. "

Athena smiled, she wouldn't admit it, but she was also jealous, as she too wanted the gorgeous southern belle, turned sex slave. She stroked her long locks, lusting in each stroke. " I hate the sultan more than you do. I would never betray you or any other female he owns...I wished someone loved me as much as he does. "

Athena was of course referring to the mystery man. She combed her hair and then moving in front she began to undress Isabelle. "You are so beautiful, but if your man can steal you away, I want you to be perfect. Let me make you smooth and bare, and....all I ask is you give me a single chance to show you how good a woman might also make you feel, such that at the time you might encourage your hero to save us both?"

She let Isabelle ponder, but as she did Athena stripped them both naked and sat Isabelle down, sliding between her legs, and spreading them to shave her nice and clean!

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle didn't protest when Athena stripped them both stark naked and started to shave her naturally blondish pubic hair. It had been trimmed to a narrow strip by Carlotta before the auction, as the sultan preferred. She just hoped that the master wouldn't be angry, since he had been furious that her face was disfigured when it was only a bruise easily covered with make up...after all Isabelle was his property now, only existing to please the sultan. His wish was her command.

The blonde slave spread her thighs apart, giving Athena easy access to her most private place. Isabelle trusted her and Athena was the only other slave who had treated her decently. In such a place the females were all divided into different ethnic groups mostly and jealous of each other. At least Isabelle had hope that her handsome pirate captain might rescue her from this wicked harum and her fate as one of the cruel sultans many wives. If he could save Athena as well, it would be even better...nevertheless it was very dangerous for all if they were caught !

" So Belle who is this mysterious man who is going to save you ? He is not your husband, no ? " Athena inquired. The more she knew about the situation, the safer she would be if they were discovered trying to escape. The punishment would be severe, from having their nose being cut off and or given to the palace guard to use as they wanted, the penalties were countless depending on the sultans mood. Athena could always claim that she was forced to escape with them and fall upon the masters mercy. She did not exactly like it here and did desire freedom but it wasn't a fate worse than death...if you obeyed the rules and did not occur the wrath of the other females you were not mistreated.

" I can not tell you who he is but I trust him, even though he is not my dear husband. " Isabelle admitted that much, not wanting to confess to committing adultry.

" I see..." Athena whispered, concentrating on her task at hand. Finished with the razor around Isabelle's pink and delicate area, she poured some lotion on her palm and began to massage it onto Isbelle's thigh. Meanwhile Athena's eyes drank in the beauty of the blonde goddesss spread out before her...overcome with desire Athena knelt forth and kissed the blondes pink bare petals !

" Please Isabelle let me worship you like you deserve. "

Isabelle moaned, liking the feeling. This was not the first time being intimate with another female. Carlotta had pleasured her on the pirate ship when she was first captured. Considering it was sinful and wicked, at least by her old world morals and it was something she could had never imagining happening to her, Isabelle had found it to be quite pleasurable. Besides after being bound by leather straps and used by her cruel master from behind, this was far much better and gentle...

Almost desperate, Isabelle arched her back and entangled her fingers in Athena's hair and pressed her face closer...

" Oh God yes...that feels so good ! "