Hunting Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 18: Game Over
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 18: Game Over - One of the sporting diversions in Kobekistan is hunting in full English style - but there are no foxes, so they use slaves as prey, and the hounds are a bit different. Some of the quarry are more interesting than others. Another sport is breeding from selected females, and the Emir experiments using his mother and a group of his close associates as 'donors', making their donations at wild parties!
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Slavery Heterosexual Historical Sports BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Snuff Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Harem Interracial Oral Sex Anal Sex Pregnancy Cream Pie Exhibitionism Voyeurism Caution Violence
It was the little eunuch who told her she was pregnant.
"Nonsense," she said, "I'm forty-seven years old and I'm missing at least half my periods because of the menopause."
"There is no doubt that you are pregnant. Your Master does not know who is the father," said the eunuch, "He says you have become pregnant because you enjoy sex far more than is proper, even for a concubine, and with too many men. For this he has decreed that you are to be punished."
Zubeydeh could not deny, even to herself, that she had felt uninhibited when she was being handed round at Ramzy El-Najjar's parties and, because she had no choice at the times when she was being used in a way which might cause pregnancy, she had felt no guilt when she invariably joined in enthusiastically and with frequent orgasms. She tried to think of whether any of the fuckings had seemed different or significant. She thought she had known the instant her first child was conceived all those years ago, but she was horrified to realise that she couldn't remember even how many evening parties there had been, nor how many men she had opened her legs for in the last few weeks, let alone which ones came in her womb.
She remembered some of them, of course, and each for different reasons. The smelly old man who had tried her out before her auction had truly been just as smelly as she had feared when she saw him at her party and his cock, she remembered, had tasted vile. And the gnarled and battered old man who had been a surprisingly potent and well-endowed, but a fierce lover, battering her cervix with his length. And the cruel looking man who had proved an excellent, smooth and considerate lover who had excited her very much. She hoped he had been the father, but the fact remained that he had had her only once, whereas scarcely a day had passed after the first two or three parties when Ramzy El-Najjar had not filled her womb during the afternoon.
"Your punishment will only be light because it is a boy baby. Such a child will enhance your value, so your punishment will be lighter than usual."
"But," Amelia protested, "it wasn't anything to do with me who fucked me, or how, or when. I had no choice in the matter."
'Stupid', she thought as she said it, 'all I'm doing is adding to the punishment.'
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