by Dagny Aldan
“Now, Ahemd is a conquering warlord and you are the princess of the country he’s just invaded. By claiming you, he will take control of your kingdom. You are allowed to struggle, but remember that he is dominating you, so you will submit to him. Do you understand?”
“Yes Esquire Justin.” In truth this information was only making her more nervous. Would she be able to keep her training from kicking in if this role play got too aggressive? Justin wrapped a cuff around her wrist and pulled her to the foot of the bed, clicking the other cuff to the metal frame of the bed.
“Sit on the ground and wait for Ahemd to come. He will begin the game immediately, so be ready.”
“Modern or ancient?” Isabel blurted before she could stop herself. Justin frowned.
“What?”
“Is this meant to be ancient history or modern? I mean… it… it’d be different now than back then. I’d be a war prize, but only to show his power, and I guess as a woman I’d expect this. But nowadays… well I know my value is equal to a man’s… I mean, not in a slave context but…” Isabel trailed off, unable to articulate her meaning. Justin regarded her for a moment, then smiled slightly,
“I think closer to modern than ancient is what will please Ahemd. He said he wants you to fight him. Have you ever done that?”
“No. I mean… once, but not really.” Isabel thought about how Hans had wrestled her over his knee and spanked her to breaking point. She had fought him, but that had been real. She shivered and wrapped her free arm around her middle. That should have been her first clue something was wrong. Hans had never actually asked her permission to do anything to her.
“Isabel?” Justin called. Isabel looked up at him, feeling more vulnerable than ever. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” she whispered. Justin frowned slightly and she opened her mouth to apologise, when he sat down next to her and looked her straight in the face.
“It’s hard, I know. But this is to benefit you, not break you down to nothing. It will make you stronger.”
“What if I fail?”
“Then you will learn and make sure you don’t make the same mistake twice.”
That was an unhelpfully vague answer and Isabel bit her lip to keep from asking for more clarification. Justin reached out and pulled her lip free with his thumb, tracing over the sensitive skin. Isabel looked up at him and she asked the question she’s been afraid to know the answer to.
“Has anyone ever been kicked out of the Dukedom?”
Justin smiled softly, and he pinched her chin before letting her go.
“Not yet. I don’t know what you’d have to do to earn that.”
“Esquire Justin, what is the worst punishment?”
“Too many questions Isabel,” Justin said in warning. Isabel closed her mouth and dropped her eyes to her bare thighs. They were quiet for a moment, then Justin stood up.
“Ahmed will be here in a moment. He won’t be happy to find me here.” He grinned at Isabel and walked out without a backwards look. Isabel watched him go and curled up again, trying to suppress her anxiety. The silence felt oppressive and now she was alone she could feel the pressure of buzzing thoughts rising up inside her head. She drew up her legs and wrapped her free arm around them, hugging them to her chest and burying her face in her knees.
Between her legs she could feel the slick wetness still there, making her remember the horrible moment she had realised everyone could see her. She sniffed and tightened her grip on her legs.
The sound of the door opening and closing made her look up. Ahemd had walked in. He had changed into an old military uniform that Isabel thought might have been 19th century French. The tight red trousers hugged his long, lean legs, and the blue jacket emphasised his shoulders. He strode forward, slowly removing the white gloves. Isabel moved her eyes over his handsome face, the dark eyes were fixed on her and she wanted to instinctively lower her gaze. However Justin had told her to fight back, so she lifted her chin and glared at him. It helped to imagine herself in the situation as Justin had described.
Ahmed crouched down in front of her, folding his gloves into one hand and reaching with the other for her face. Isabel jerked her head away, baring her teeth at him. Ahmed’s eyes widened and for a horrible moment Isabel feared she had angered him and Justin had lied to her. Then Ahmed’s lips quirked up for a split second, then he grabbed her jaw and pulled her forward. Isabel resisted, trying to pull her head away, her free hand curling around the metal frame of the bed. Ahmed pulled harder, and his fingers dug into her face. When she would not move, he growled and let go long enough to slap her face.
Isabel flinched, but her head did not move to the side, it had not been hard enough to do that. She lifted her chin as arrogantly as she could and glared up at him.
“Stupid girl,” growled Ahmed, reaching out and grabbing her throat. Isabel’s hand snapped up to grip his wrist, but she was able to supress the urge to twist it. “You’ve lost, just accept it. Tonight I claim you, and with you comes your kingdom.”
“You will not claim me!” Isabel growled, and although the idea of resisting so much felt almost alien, there was a rush of pleasure at the righteous anger she felt. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Ahmed’s eyes flashed and he seized her upper arm, dragging her up and around the side of the bed so she was draped over his lap, her bound hand stretching her out and making her feel off balance. She grabbed the frame with her other hand and kicked out.
“Let go!”
“You will learn your place, as my prize, my slave, my broodmare,” said Ahmed, and Isabel felt a rush of heat course through her as he pinned her down and brought his hand down on her ass. Isabel yelped in indignation and bucked furiously,
“Get off me!”
Smack, smack, smack. Ahmed ignored her shouts, striking her hard with his hand. Isabel clung to the metal frame of the bed, trying to get her knees under her, but every time she seemed close, Ahmed hit her harder than ever and forced actual cries of pain from her lips.
“You think this will make me obedient?” she laughed, and suddenly she was back with Hans that first night, when he had forced her to breaking point, when he had hit her over and over until she was sobbing with misery. That had been the moment he had overstepped his bounds and gotten her under his thumb. She bucked as hard as she could and nearly fell onto the floor. Ahmed dragged her back. “Fuck you! I won’t give you what you want!”
“Yes. You. Will!” said Ahmed so arrogantly confident that it was maddening, punctuating each word with a strike to her thighs. “You will learn your place or so help me I will make you!”
Isabel shivered. She believed him. Ahmed paused his motions to pull her tunic up over her hips. He laughed,
“You think this chastity belt will protect you? When we both know what a little cockslut you are?”
“Fuck you, I’m not!”
Ahmed ran his hand over her sore ass, squeezing the tender flesh and chuckling when Isabel’s hips twitched. The plug inside her was pulsing harder now and she wondered if he was speeding up its progress with stretching her ass. It made her wonder if the other slaves had plugs in their asses… did the men?
Ahmed struck her left cheek and she yelped loudly.
“Fuck off!”
Ahmed’s hand clamped on her mouth, growling,
“That mouth of yours needs to learn some restraint.” He pulled sideways, forcing Isabel’s back to arch, and she could hear him rummaging for something. Something flashed in the soft light and Ahmed moved his hand away, then pushed an O-gag into her mouth.
“A-ugk!” Isabel grunted as the gag was buckled behind her head. She clung to the bedframe, her hair coming out of her plait and sticking to her sweating cheek.
“Much better,” sighed Ahmed, then he slipped his finger into the O-ring and rubbed at her tongue. It was horribly intimate and yet so detached and dehumanising that she froze in shock. Ahmed actually stroked her tongue and then dragged the edge of his nail over t
he roof of her mouth. Isabel shuddered violently and felt the shock of tears in her eyes.
“There…” sighed Ahmed, “Much better.”
Isabel struggled to keep her breathing even as Ahmed continued to stroke and rub at her tongue, and his other hand fondled and squeezed her ass. It was such small things but the vulnerability of her mouth held open and her ass exposed made her feel small and weak. She shuddered again and tried to turn her face away, but Ahmed held her in place with his finger curling around the inside of the O-ring.
“No,” he murmured, finally taking his finger out and hooking it under her jaw. “No, you don’t get to hide from me Isabel. I have waited a long time for this moment.”
Isabel looked over her shoulder at him and was startled to find him staring at her as if she was the only thing in the world. Ahmed slipped his hand under her chest and fondled her breasts through the soft tunic, his eyes never leaving her face.
“I’ve fought very hard to get you here Isabel, and now that I have you, I am never letting you leave me.”
No one had ever fought for her before. She had never been worth fighting for. Isabel knew they were still roleplaying, but she wanted that statement to be true. In fact, she wanted him to prove it, so she lifted her chin again and gave him a defiant look as she tried to climb off his lap again. Ahmed gripped her tunic in one hand and growled.
“Clearly I need to make the point sink in.”
‘Yes you do,’ thought Isabel, even as her anxiety spiked. What if she pushed him too far?
Ahmed stood up, nearly throwing Isabel to the ground, but he grabbed her by the waist and manhandled her around to kneel at the foot of the bed, facing out into the room. He pulled out more blue silk ropes and wrapped them around her arms so they were stretched out at shoulder height, bound to the metal frame. Isabel squirmed as hard as she could, but the ropes had no give in them. Ahmed crouched before her and started wrapping more silk rope around her chest, tighter and tighter until she could not hold back her groans of discomfort. Her breasts were being squeezed by the ropes, swollen and over-full, and Ahmed wasted no time in smacking them.
“Ahhh!”
“You wanted proof you belong to me, so take what you begged for,” Ahmed told her, pulling out a short knife and using it to cut away the fabric covering her breasts. Then he tossed the knife aside and started smacking her breasts together, sucking on her nipples until they were hard and tight. Isabel clenched her hands into fists, her back arching into his touch. Ahmed left her breasts alone and trailed his lips up over her collar to her neck. He covered her neck with open mouthed kisses, licking the sweat from her throat and burying his fingers in her hair. Isabel’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly.
Ahmed sucked a bruise into her skin and she felt something inside her stomach unknot. He was marking her as his, and his fevered kisses on her flesh did not feel faked or mere playacting. They really felt like he was starving for her taste, like he wanted her, and not any other slave. She wished he would take the gag away so she could kiss him.
Ahmed’s lips were soft and hot against her face as he peppered it with kisses, and then, as if he heard her unspoken plea, he pulled the gag out of her mouth and kissed her. Isabel moaned in relief, spreading her knees so he could press closer to her, his thigh rubbing against the chastity belt that offered her no relief, only pressure. She was sure she was so wet it would mark his trousers.
When they stopped kissing, Ahmed rested his brow against hers, panting softly and looking straight into her eyes.
“You taste just as good as I expected.”
Isabel felt herself smiling hopefully,
“Sir…” she murmured, but Ahmed cut off anything else she was going to say by pushing the gag back in.
“That naughty mouth needs self-control.”
He straightened up and undid the heavy blue jacket, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. Although he was not as tall as Adrian and Sander, nor as broad as Hans, he was clearly as comfortable in his dominance as any of them had ever been. Isabel leaned her head back to look at his face, focusing on it even as he started undoing his trousers. Her mouth was wet and eager for what was coming, and she started to smile, but remembered she was meant to be unwilling. So when he reached for her hair, she pulled against him making noises of protest.
“Come on… don’t make me flog your breasts raw,” Ahmed growled dragging her closer and pushing the head of his cock through the O-ring. The drag of his cock over her tongue caused a full body shudder, and Isabel closed her eyes as it pushed deeper and deeper. She was going to choke on him and she could do nothing to stop it. Ahmed held her head between his hands and rolled his hips, dragging the hot, silky flesh over her tongue. The gag made it impossible to even suck, she just had to let him use her.
Between her legs a pulse was rolling through her in time with the anal plug that was stretching her open. Would he fuck her pussy or her ass first? She hoped he would take both, and that he would let her come. It was already building, she could feel her orgasm starting to gather, a low pressure deep inside her.
It was difficult to stay in character, to pretend that she did not love what he was doing, but Isabel did her best to struggle and grunt angrily, which made him fuck her mouth harder.
“Such a good slut hole,” Ahmed muttered, tightening his grip on her hair. Tears of discomfort sprang into Isabel’s eyes, but she did not care. A fleeting thought crossed her mind in this moment that asked how any of this could possibly make her a better queen, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared.
Above her, Ahmed was panting and groaning softly and it was clear she was pleasing him. Then, with a grunt he pulled out of her mouth, a string of spit connecting them for a moment before it broke. Isabel sucked in wet mouthfuls of air, her tongue flailing in her mouth now it suddenly had the space. Ahmed’s chest rose and fell and his face was flushed. He looked ready to devour her. Isabel was ready to let him.
Ahmed grabbed her hair and dragged the gag out again,
“Now my little slut, do you understand that you are mine?”
Isabel licked her lips, tempted to say yes, but she found herself whispering,
“Fuck you,” and she grinned at him defiantly.
Ahmed’s eyes flashed and he slapped her face. The pain stung but Isabel turned her head back and continued to grin. Part of her was appalled at her enjoyment of this disobedience, but another part was revelling in it. She wanted to know just how far Ahmed was willing to go to dominate her.
Chapter Ten -Ahmed
Ahmed stared down at that insolent grin and the blood pounded in his ears. He wanted to wipe that smile off the face of the earth, erase it from existence, and she knew it. She had to know what she was doing. He reached down and started to untie her arms, making sure to do it so she would have no time to struggle free. Then he grabbed the rope tied between her breasts and pulled her to her feet.
“You will regret being so wilful Isabel.”
“I’d like to see you try!”
He threw her against the wall and pressed his body against hers, pinning her with an arm against her back while his free hand ripped the tunic off her body. Isabel pushed back, nearly knocking him off, but he span her around and kissed her. Her lips, swollen from his attentions were soft and warm against his. She tasted of him and he wanted that taste to be forever on her tongue. She arched into him and tangled her tongue with his, even as she hit his shoulders with her fists. There was strength but she was not using her full training, she was submitting to him and playing his game at the same time.
Ahmed grabbed her thigh and pulled it over his hip, rocking against her. His cock, slick with her spit, rubbed against her belly and he moaned into her mouth. Isabel whimpered and her hands slackened against his shoulders.
Breaking the kiss, Ahmed looked into her eyes and grinned at her,
“You will submit to me Isabel, and not because I make you, but because you want to. You crave a hard, strong man to put you in your pl
ace, on your knees and with a cock in one of your holes.”
Isabel shuddered and her pupils dilated a little more. Yet she kept her voice defiant,
“I am the heir to a kingdom, and you think you can make me into your little bitch?”
“I know I can,” Ahmed chuckled. He reached between them and unlocked the chastity belt, dropping it to the floor. Isabel’s eyes dropped to look at it, then return to his face, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. Ahmed stepped forward so he was between her legs, curling his fingers around his cock and rubbing the head against her bare sex. Isabel visibly gulped and her eyes fluttered shut when he rubbed the head over her clit.
“Oh…”
It was barely more than a whisper, but that little noise sent fire through his whole body. It took every bit of willpower for him not to push his cock into her tight opening right there. He pulled back, and she followed him with her hips, arching her back. Ahmed let himself go and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.
“Do you want my cock inside you Isabel?” he asked softly, his lips moving against her cheek.
“Hngh!” Isabel groaned, using the leg around his pelvis to pull him closer, her hands clutching his upper arms.
“Beg me,” he ordered. She twitched against the wall and opened her eyes, searching his face for a moment before shaking her head.
“Never.”
She really wanted to test him. Ahmed pushed her leg down and stepped back just enough to spin her around again, pushing her face into the wall. Her panting was loud and heavy, filling his ears as he reached down and gripped the base of the plug in her ass. He gave it a careful twist and lubricant dripped onto his fingers as Isabel let out a cry of surprise. Ahmed pressed his mouth to her shoulder blade, sucking on the soft skin and then soothing it with his tongue. She smelt so good, and the feeling of her skin against his was causing his head to spin.
The plug strained against her asshole, then popped out.