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Subject: {ASSM} AMERICAN CONCUBINE (M/F Slavery) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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AMERICAN CONCUBINE
(M/F, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
<a
href="http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/">http://www.asstr.
org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/</a>
<a
href="mailto:cse1986@rocketmail.com">cse1986@rocketmail.com</a>

*****
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:  <a
href="mailto:cse1986@rocketmail.com">cse1986@rocketmail.com</a>
(That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****
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 cumm 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...  
Cindy Silver Eyes
<a
href="http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/">http://www.asstr.
org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/</a>
<a
href="mailto:cse1986@rocketmail.com">cse1986@rocketmail.com</a>

*****
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:  <a
href="mailto:cse1986@rocketmail.com">cse1986@rocketmail.com</a>
(That's the only pay-off in writing, really...!)
*****


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