Intrusive Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 20: Re-Training Rubina
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 20: Re-Training Rubina - 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
After ten weeks of unremitting attempts, the Chief Eunuch knew he was unlikely ever to train the recalcitrant but beautiful new slave, Rubina, to accept that her lot in life was to loll around in the harem almost naked until she was taken to a man's bed. Even more was he convinced that she would never consent to being a bedroom plaything for just any man to whom her Master chose to lend her. Just shaving her required five eunuchs to strap her down and even at that she was cut by the razor several times.
"Master," he said to the Emir, "It is time to replace your Chief Eunuch."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Master. There is a slave in the harem who has defeated me. I cannot train her for the duties of a hostess, or a concubine."
"Which one?"
"Master, she is the Italian woman whom the Bedouin sent as a present."
The Emir considered for a moment and the Chief Eunuch nearly had a heart attack as he thought it was possible that the young and inexperienced Emir would take his resignation at face value, rather than as the formal but essentially meaningless protestation that was intended.
"Might she make a good quarry for the hunt?" enquired his Master.
"Master, the hunt itself would be a perfect place for her," replied the Chief Eunuch wryly, remembering the fights over utterly trivial things such as wearing the harem uniform of a thigh length silk dressing-gown which buttoned only at the throat, "But I fear the 'kill' would not be acceptable to most of the huntsmen."
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