Intrusive Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 11: Punishment
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 11: Punishment - The Emir plays with the minds and the bodies of some of his subjects. The husband of one of the slaves, a kidnapped Sicilian woman, tries to rescue her, and feels the full force of the Emir's wrath. A prostitute in a cheap brothel discovers his gratitude. A would-be rapist picks the wrong target and suffers for it. The Emir explores more of his magnificent Palace complex and discovers some very interesting rooms indeed. This is the author’s least favourite novel in the Delights series.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction Historical Incest Mother Son BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Fisting Caution Violence
Outside, the Emir said to the Rifleman, "What am I to do with you?"
Wisely there were no suggestions forthcoming.
"Go to the Adjutant and take your punishment. While you are there tell him that in future all evening passes are to be extended up to thirty minutes before a soldier's next duty. It is the soldier's own problem to be back in time, fit and ready for that duty. This applies at all times unless we are at war."
The General agreed with the Emir that this was not unreasonable in a modern professional army, but privately he expected that the defaulters' line would be longer for some time until the men got used to this freedom, and its concomitant responsibility. The other change to come from the visit to the barracks was in the Golden Palace harem.
As they drove back to the Palace, the Emir said, "I was intrigued in the brothel by the girl who was so rude."
"Master, it was you yourself who decreed she should not be punished," Kamal Qumsiyeh reminded him.
"Oh, yes, I know. It wasn't that. Can you have her brought to the Golden Palace later today, dressed exactly as she was, in that rather dirty gown?"
"As the Master wishes," said the Head of Protocol, looking worried.
"No, no," said the Emir, "I don't want her there for me, or permanently. She will be returned later today to the brothel."
Some two hours later, Pamina was completely bemused to be bundled into an abaya and taken some distance in a closed van, only find herself in the most opulent surroundings she had ever seen. She was much impressed when the Chief Eunuch confirmed that this was indeed the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, situated in the Golden Palace. Since the Emir had said nothing of what was to be done with her, or why she was there, the Chief Eunuch had her prepared as for the Emir's bed, with special emphasis on bathing, and had her dressed in the usual Royal harem costume of bolero jacket and transparent split trousers.
When the Emir was told that she was in the harem and now fit to be seen, he wandered in to find a very frightened woman with the Chief Eunuch in the Interview Room. Clearly a lot of work had been done to try to make her presentable, and those efforts had not been wholly unsuccessful. She was now clean and her hair shone gold in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the glass roof. Although much skill had been used in applying her make-up, it had not been possible to conceal the fact that she had led a hard life and was now nearly forty years old.
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