Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 4: Getting through to her
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: Getting through to her - Wealthy artist buys an exotic slave girl who leads him to darker and darker things.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Historical BDSM MaleDom Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Black Female Anal Sex Oral Sex Needles
Stepping back, he went to the kitchen and returned with a freshly skinned ginger root. Salim gave his bound slave a few more paddle blows and fiddled with her crotch some more to lull her into believing the previous pattern held. Then, in one swift motion, he inserted the ginger into her vagina and secured it with the leather strap attached to the new belt. Now the leather strap ran between her legs, secured to the belt on both ends, trapping the acidic root inside her most sensitive nook.
He intended to leave her to suffer. However, her reactions were not as frantic and desperate as the consulted slaver described they ought to be. She writhed, her hips twisting, trying to push the irritating thing out of her, but was unable to get it past the tightly secured strap. Her gagged sounds resembled grumbling rather than agony, however. He waited, letting the burn build, then came closer.
He slapped her inner thighs hard, then smacked on the strap, driving the root deeper. His manipulations seemed to increase her discomfort, blows making the surrounding muscles tense up and milk more juice from the ginger. Noting his findings so far, Salim went to get a snack and some wine, leaving Horsetail to hang with the ginger for half an hour.
Returning with two more skinned roots, he found her still, no longer writhing, the plant’s effect evidently spent. He unfastened the crotch strap, pulled the old root out – it came with a wet, sucking sound – and gently patted her cunt.
Would you like me to lower you down and fuck that poor, aching, tingling snatch of yours, slave?
Garbling a gag-distorted reply, she nodded. Good. Instead, Salim grabbed her nipples, squeezed, and twisted them as hard as he could. Arching her back in an instinctive attempt to relieve the pressure, Horsetail squealed in pain.
If you want your punishments to be short, you’ll do the work I tell you – instead of embarrassing me by being lazy or playing dumb! - he shouted at the bound, screaming slave girl.
Salim released her nipples, grabbed her leg and forced one fresh ginger root into her clenching anus, pushing it until it went halfway in, leaving the bigger bulb outside, like he was taught. The second root went into her vagina, and he secured both in place hastily with the leather strap. For a moment he listened. He thought he heard something like a sob beneath the gag, or maybe a chuckle.
Ignoring her gagged noises, Salim started paddling her again, raining rapid blows on her shapely rump and thighs. From time to time, he aimed for the inserted roots, pushing them inside her. He wanted to make his slave’s ordeal more chaotic. More terrifying. More memorable. More instructive.
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