Numerous Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 35: Samantha's Fate
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 35: Samantha's Fate - A young accountant goes to work with the British Embassy in Kobekistan and soon learns to appreciate the values of a feudal society. He encounters young ladies from various backgrounds, all of whom he incorporates in his harem from time to time. Of course, most of them need to be punished for one thing or another. Helen he imports from England, but sells her. And then there is Samantha, he saves her from ‘a fate worse than death’ at home, and then gives her to the Emir as a virgin gift.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Coercion Heterosexual Historical BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Light Bond Humiliation Torture Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Caution Violence
"I have news for you," Derek told Samantha the next afternoon.
"Oh, are you going to sell me?" she asked lightly, still unable wholly to believe that the slave market was real.
"No. I'm giving you to one of the local dignitaries. Don't look so worried, he's only about fifty and isn't fat or unhealthy. He's very rich, so in his harem you will want for nothing, and there are some English women there as well."
"Is this the Hajji somebody that you lent Helen to? She said he was very old and disgusting," Samantha remarked.
"No, nobody like that. Your new master was educated in England, so he himself often seems more English than Kobekistani," Derek reassured her.
Later that day he made a telephone call and then sent for Helen.
"So you think that Hajji Darwish Dosmukhamedov is very old and disgusting?" he asked, "At least, that's what you said to Samantha."
"Well he is very old. He must be ninety at least. His thing even has wrinkles on it, and his face has wrinkles on the wrinkles," she said.
"For your information he is in his mid-seventies and much respected in this country."
"Well it isn't for his personal hygiene; I don't think he's had a bath for twenty years," she snapped back.
"You forget yourself," said Derek quietly, as he took the dog whip from its accustomed place on the dresser, "And you have forgotten your place for the last time. When I've reminded you of your exact status, you can go and pack your make-up. You're leaving. I'm selling you to anyone who wants to buy you."
Helen stared at him, and then burst out crying.
Between the sobs she mumbled, "You are getting your revenge for Bob aren't you? Making me fuck all those stinking horrible Arabs, and I expect I'll go to another one now?"
"I neither know nor care where you will end up. You let Bob pimp you out to his friends, and you knew that was the deal he was offering before you left me," Derek pointed out, "What's the difference between whoring in Bob's house, and the same life in mine, here in Kobekistan? Now lie on the whipping bench."
"You bastard," she cried and flew at him.
The eunuch and Derek quickly had her on her back, strapped in place at the wrists and ankles. Derek surveyed the body he had almost worshipped three years earlier, before the girl who lived in it had dumped him for a man she mistakenly thought would help her career.
'Now the stupid girl is about to be whipped again, and all she has to look forward to is life as a brothel prostitute and then as a field slave, ' he thought, 'It's all her own fault for trying to get to a station in life she couldn't begin to understand.'
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