("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- American Concubine by Cindy Silver Eyes (cse1986@rocketmail.com) *** A Sultan is used to getting what he wants. (MF, d/s, slavery, bd) *** The young Sultan Hamid smiled approvingly as the American blonde stood before him at attention, full of fear, as always. She was ready to please. And he was ready to be pleased, after a long day of discussing public policy with ministers twice his age, meeting the Ambassador of France, signing a new oil exploration deal with Shell, and ordering the killing of a dozen Islamic rebel leaders. For entertaining him, he usually chose one or more girls from the harem, which was populated with gorgeous girls from Arabian lands as well the Christian lands. Cindy was his pick for the night... Cindy Cooper was her full name. The young Sultan took great interest in the backgrounds of his slaves, especially the westerners - they were after all, a rare delight, even for a ruler as powerful, wealthy, and untouchable as he. Of course, he tended to forget the particular details as time went by and the new girl became a permanent fixture of the harem - a mere plaything to be used whenever fancy struck him. But when they were fresh, in the midst or in the immediate aftermath of their training as his concubines, the Sultan took interest in them. Cindy Cooper was an American, a favorite nationality of the Sultan for a concubine. She was of 21 years age, 10 years younger than her Master. The young woman was from California, and had been a student at University of California at Los Angeles, double-majoring in History and Marketing, when she was abducted from her apartment. She'd also been an aspiring model, getting some local jobs, and one rather promising shoot for a department store swimsuit catalogue. Conveniently, she had not been noteworthy enough that her sudden disappearance would invite more scrutiny than is usual. That was one of the important criteria for the Sultan's men in America who handled such things. Abducting a young college girl was difficult and expensive enough; acquiring even a minor celebrity could well exceed the Sultan's means despite his notable wealth and powers. It wasn't every day that a new concubine was acquired - Cindy was the newest western girl in the harem, and she'd been owned by the Sultan for more than six months. Hamid had to admit his contact in America - where he himself had gone to college and learned to despise the haughty, uppity American women - had truly earned his rather sizable fee: Given time, Cindy could have well adorned the cover of famous magazines. Instead now the young woman adorned his harem. And like all new girls, she'd been one of his favorites for the past six months. He knew of course - and enjoyed a great deal - the fact that he was no favorite of hers... Hamid simply made a gesture by his hand - the young woman kneeled before him at once, undoing the Sultan's sirwal. She took out his hardening cock, and it was soon engulfed between her red lips. The Sultan grinned with dismissive amusement: Such abject obedience had been nowhere to be found in Cindy when she'd first arrived in his palace. Even after the long and carefully planned journey half way across the world that took nearly a month, the American had been nearly as feisty as ever when she'd first arrived. Of course, nothing pleased Hamid's dungeon mistress like seeing high spirits in a new slave. She loved torturing and humiliating young women - she loved breaking the girls and making absolutely perfect playthings out of them for the Master's enjoyment. The more they fought and resisted, the more fun she had. Besides, experience taught proud, spirited girls, like Cindy, eventually did make the best slaves - once they abandoned all hope, there was nothing for them to direct their talent and pride at, except being the best concubines they could ever be... The Sultan groaned with pleasure - the girl really knew how to suck a cock. And to think she'd once said if the "fuckin' king' ever tried to stick his penis in her mouth, she would bite it off"! Nothing like that now - Cindy was sucking his cock in the most delectable fashion imaginable and she was putting nothing less than her utmost effort into it. Of course, the girl had gotten a ton of practice since arrival: Not just on her Master, but in other ways, as well. The new slaves spent hours every day sucking on fake cocks and giant dildos, and they were taught every sexual trick, every technique that could be enjoyed by a man. Cindy, whose previous experience in fellatio had been no more than that of any ordinary American college girl, could now proudly count herself among the unrivaled best when it came to cock-sucking, much to the enjoyment of her owner. Her tongue knew every vein, every pressure point, every sensible area; her once- virgin throat managed to accommodate, however tightly, even a man of Hamid's size; her lips wrapped around his hard-cock like pure vacuum, her hands caressed his shaft and balls like creamy velvet. Once both proud and prude, the young woman could now make the Sultan cum at once with her talented tongue or, as he often preferred, make a blow-job last a long, unending, delectable hour. The young Sultan loved the sight of his huge, hard cock violating the gorgeous, sexy face of the American girl. As she continued sucking, he grabbed a fistful of Cindy's golden hair, making sure she could never forget whose thumb she was under. It was amazing, the wonders achieved by incessant training - and, of course, by the harem mistress's cruel tortures. Of course, oral talents were not the only ones the girl had perfected under the guidance of the whip. The sexual skills she'd been required to master over the last six months would put to shame the entire range of Kama Sutra and the repertoire of the most seasoned whores of California. She knew exactly how to fuck a man; every muscle and nerve in her body was trained to provide endless pleasure to men. She knew every technique of sex, every trick, every talent. Cindy had arrived as a proud, young, western woman of utmost confidence - now she was just a fucktoy, a sexual object, to be used and enjoyed by her owner. In his early days, Cindy was screaming at the top of her lungs that her body was off-limits. The young Sultan chuckled. She was now schooled to provide nothing but utmost pleasure with that body - an education conducted and perfected under the constant discipline of the harem mistress. Cindy truly possessed one of the most terrific bodies the Sultan ever owned. Her natural voluptuous body and sexy curves were enhanced by constant training in the harem, which, among other things, housed a gym that would put any five-star hotel to shame. She was quite fit to begin with, having been a gym rat and a member of the volleyball team back in the days when she was a simple student at UCLA - a simple student who cared a great deal about her looks. Here in the palace, she was required to spend a lengthy period in the gym every day, exercising her body and all the strategic muscles, using professionally determined methods, to create and maintain the perfect body desired by men. Cindy, like all girls in the harem, had to suffer constantly in order to make herself a better fuck for her Master. And that was on top of all the punishments she had to endure for disciplining purposes - a great deal of pain and torment was required to create the ultimate concubine. Hamid, of course, had witnessed the change in the girl as months passed by. As she was tormented, humiliated, and disciplined into total obedience, he'd gleefully used his slave. He'd loved how the girl at first put up a fight, despite all the horrors that awaited her in the dungeon unless she pleased the Sultan in every way. And he'd loved witnessing, in due time, all free will, all signs of self-worth, all that pride flee away from her big, beautiful, silver eyes. She'd slowly but surely become what she was acquired to be, and what she'd swore she'd never be no matter how badly she was tormented: A mere concubine, a simple sex slave, a plaything, an animal - an object owned by the Sultan she despised. She'd sworn she'd kill him - now she could do nothing but pleasure and serve him in the most delectable, humiliating ways. "Look at me slave" the Sultan ordered. Cindy did as she was told instantly, her obedience rapid and natural. She continued sucking Hamid's cock, even as her eyes were trained at her Master, like a dog. Hamid loved seeing the utter shame in those eyes, and the last remnants of pride and will-power dying in there. In due time, Cindy would fall in love with him. She'd be dying to serve him and please him. She'd be dying to be fucked by him, to be used by him, even to be abused and tormented by him. That would be the only source of self- worth left to the girl. But not yet. The old Cindy wasn't dead yet, not completely. And that meant Hamid could go on having the most fun with Cindy among all his slaves. "Keep sucking, American slut, keep sucking" he taunted his pet. And Cindy did as she was told, serving, on her knees, where she now belonged... END More Cindy Silver Eyes Stories at: /~Cindy_Silver_Eyes Author Note: Do you like my story? So, what is it that you like then? The one thing that you really like the most? Please let me know: cse1986@rocketmail.com (That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 80