Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 5: They lay in the hay
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 5: They lay in the hay - 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
He went down on her and crushed her restrained body into the hay. She closed her legs, and he spread them with deliberate slowness, muscles in his arms straining just a little. She struggled playfully, although she could do little with her arms tied to the stall post. Still, her rump wiggled from side to side, and in the lamp-lit gloom it took him several thrusts to guide his cock into her. She giggled.
Her struggle only made his dick harder. Laughing himself, Salim put her legs behind her head, pinning her completely to the hay-strewn ground. He thrust into her hairless pussy, sheathing his cock to the hilt in it’s squelching, welcoming folds. Her giggle turned into a long moan, the sound reverberating with relief. Her long, exultant exhalation turned into fitful gasps, pushed out of her lungs as he rapidly pushed his cock in again and again.
Suddenly, the horse in the next stall snorted angrily and stamped the ground, annoyed, no doubt, at being awakened by their messing around. Salim let go of the girl’s legs, leaning with his left arm against the ground and squeezing her left breast with his right hand.
Ah, ah, sslap me, masster, - Horsetail gasped lustfully.
Haven’t you had enough pain, you crazy slut? – Salim asked, landing a slap on her cheek.
Again, ah, harder, ah, - she begged, wrapping her legs around him.
Take that, and that, and that, - Salim panted, his open palm hitting her cheeks, ears, and mouth.
Each time his hand came down, she flinched, but after the slap landed, an unhinged, ecstatic smile bloomed across her face, asking for more. It felt exhilarating. Why hadn’t he thought of it before? Angry with himself for needing guidance from a slave girl, he vented his frustration upon her face, slapping her now with an open palm, now with a backhand, harder and harder. His cock felt fantastic, her cunt churning and squeezing around it with each blow.
She shuddered under him and let out a long howl, her legs pressing him hard into her. Overcome with a wave of affection, Salim embraced his beloved slave girl and showered passionate kisses on the lips and cheeks he had been slapping mere moments ago.
After their lust was sated, Salim undid Horsetail’s bonds and blew out the oil lamp. They lay in the hay, cuddling in the darkness, night’s silence interrupted only by the horse’s snoring.
You’ve put up a good show, Horsetail. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were suffering like a normal person would, - Salim said, tracing fading welts on her breast with his fingers.
My masster enjoyss hurting me, enjoyss painting my sskin with whip and cane, - she purred, sliding her hand down his spine.
Yes, that turned out to be surprisingly fun, but... - he murmured uncertainly.
But I am an old canvass, marred with usse, my sskin all sscarred, and your fun iss diminisshed, you’re ever doubting when you really hurt me, and when I’m jusst pretending? – she finished for him.
That is surprisingly insightful for an uneducated barbarian wench, - he remarked, arrogant pretense hiding a confusing mix of discomfort and gratitude he felt at her understanding him more profoundly than anyone ever had.