Military Delights
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 6: Jahiz And Siharn
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6: Jahiz And Siharn - In war people die, sometimes in stupid ways, but there is no snuff sex in any Delights book. The Emir was annoyed at the occasional incursions by raiders from the neighbouring Khanate of Tirfil. As they became much worse, and the Emir resolved to deal with this problem once and for all. He defeated the Tirfilese troops in a matter of seven days, and then indicated his willingness for the people of Tirfil to be taught a lesson they would never forget. His soldiers ran riot through the city.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Slavery Heterosexual Historical BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Group Sex Harem Interracial First Oral Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Caution Violence Prostitution Military
Jahiz was too old and infirm to fight in the army, but he was determined to protect his home and his belongings, especially his only concubine, the delicious Siharn, forty years younger than him. He was no longer able to use her properly, but he enjoyed her mouth on his body, and did not want her defiled or enslaved by this invading army. He had his loaded jezail on his knees and the girl was well hidden in the linen chest on which he sat. When six dragoons burst in to the house he raised the jezail and aimed at the first man.
"Get out, or one dies," he thundered.
The dragoons spread out and two started to move to the sides of the old man. Distracted for a moment by one of them, he was felled by a blow from the other. As he fell he pulled the trigger and the ancient weapon discharged harmlessly into the ceiling.
"You'll pay for that, old man," snarled one of the soldiers, "You fired first, so we get to shoot at you now."
Dragging the old man to his feet, the invaders looked around for something to use to tie him up.
"Use some sheets from the linen basket," suggested one, and that was how they found her.
At first they thought she was a child, she was so short, but the soldier who grabbed her felt very womanly curves through the abaya she was wearing and quickly stripped it over her head. The soldiers stared at the tiny woman who was revealed. Less than five feet tall and very pale skinned, she was exquisitely formed, with firm separate breasts, capped by tiny pink nipples and below was a shaven mons revealing coral lips. Clearly she was at least half white, possibly more.
"What's your name, my little beauty?" one asked.
"I am Siharn, and that is my Master Jahiz," the woman said, "Get out of our house. You are no more than thieves who creep in in the night."
"Oh, but we are much more than thieves," came the riposte, "Much more interesting; we're rapists as well."
The girl cowered as she understood the implications of what had just been said.
"Don't worry, we won't rape you yet. We have to shoot this old man first. He fired on us first, so it is only fair that we can shoot back."
"Please, no, not that. Don't shoot him. He's an old man and can't harm you now. Anyway he missed," pleaded the woman.
"Be quiet," hissed Jahiz, "They will rape you anyway and they will kill both of us. Don't let them have any sport with us as well."
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