Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 2: Farewell fun
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: Farewell fun - 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
Conflicting emotions roiled within Salim, and he slept poorly. By daybreak, still hours before the caravan would arrive to pick her up, he went to play with his slave girl one last time. Suddenly worried for her health after leaving her outside on a cold night with but a thin blanket, Salim woke her up and gave her some of his hot, sweet morning tea.
His worries calmed by her healthy appearance, Salim took out the thin whip he had chosen for the morning punishment – one with a painful sting, capable of lacerating the tender skin if he went hard, but causing little real damage. He forbade Horsetail to scream or recite her mantras and prayers, promising her a boon if she endured. As displeasure at her misdeeds rose in him again, he chose her breasts as a target, thirty lashes to each.
Already skilled with the light whip, Salim lashed the thin line of braided leather across his slave’s right breast, hard. He was rewarded by the sight of her clenching her teeth in an effort not to scream. Without giving her pain time to dissipate, he hit her again, raining rapid, hard lashes, focusing the impact on the one breast, making it jump and wobble from side to side with every blow.
Her breasts, while bearing many marks of punishment by previous owners, were not as heavily scarred as her back and buttocks. There was still a lot of normal skin to show the marks of the ongoing lashing. Welts began to spread first in neat parallel lines, then crossed each other, overlaying one another, their edges darkening.
At about a dozen lashes, Horsetail was grunting and chewing her lip to keep the screams down, and he was sure she would break soon. Then, after a few more blows, her movements changed. Her body, instead of twisting and arching in pain from every blow, started to writhe in a serpentine, undulating fashion. Her chest and hips rose and fell as if a wave was passing through her flesh, his whip lashes only spurring on the mesmerizing motion.
“The bitch slipped into some sort of trance even without her prayers,” Salim concluded with annoyance. Still, maybe it only stopped her from reacting to pain, not shielded her from feeling it? Not completely, at least. So he continued the whipping, lashing her breasts mercilessly, aiming for the nipples, trying to break her concentration with more and more pain layered on top of itself. Welts grew darker, weeping blood in places where the tip of the lash broke the abused flesh.
He found it quite arousing and even hypnotic. The rhythm of his whip hand rising and falling became one with the rhythm of her erotic undulations. After he gave both breasts the allotted thirty lashes, he took a careful aim and hit both nipples with a single stroke.
Take me! - Horsetail exclaimed and passed out.
After checking her pulse to see if she was all right, Salim nearly gave in to temptation to take her right then and there. Her serpentine undulations under the lash made him very hard. His cock strained against his pants and his reason, eager to pounce, its familiar prey so close.
Clenching his teeth, the young artist rose from her hot, dark, prostrate body. If he gave in and took her now, it would be very pleasurable. But she would probably wake up and whisper those strange words in his ear while he was in her, and he might relent and cancel her exile. No. Instead of sticking it into her, he would stick to the plan.
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