Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 1: Damning secret
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Damning secret - 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
Over the next week, Horsetail’s grasp on the art of painting steadily progressed, and she shone with joy. Meanwhile, Salim’s old servant, Radi, fell ill. Doctors could do little to help. Her husband, Saadeh, grew deeply concerned and blamed his wife’s sickness on Horsetail’s witchery, claiming she was so happy because she was drained life from his wife.
Salim initially gave such superstitions no credence but was distressed by his much-loved servant’s failing health and the discord in his house. However, as both curative mixtures and temple prayers failed to stop Radi’s deterioration, doubts and misgivings began to creep into his stressed mind.
To unwind, he visited his friend Amir. After they exchanged pleasantries, played several rounds of checkers, and emptied a few pitchers, Salim reminded Amir of the secret that had been promised previously.
That slave of yours is very crafty, my friend! – Amir answered, - Do you know why the work overseers dismissed her when you tried to lease her with permission to punish? My friends among them have told – that devious bitch revealed to them you were going to sue them for damages. That it was a setup on your part!
Salim was appalled and enraged, veins bulging on his neck. It was one thing for a slave to try to avoid hard work, but to slander her master like that was unforgivable! And everything seemed to be going so well with her ... Perhaps it was not without reason that her tribe was said to be treacherous schemers and plotters, as well as witches. He was fond of her and didn’t want to believe it, but this explained the recent dip in his reputation.
The next day, he visited those involved and, now knowing the right question to ask, teased out confirmations of Horsetail’s perfidy. He first wanted to kill her, but then, remembering the philosophers’ maxim of not acting in anger, spent the midday meditating and praying for guidance in the temple of goddess Nuha.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.