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Fuad's HareemChapter 10: Collusion free porn video
Beth was waiting for me in the doorway of the "Cathouse" room. She was dressed in her waist cincher, stockings and heels. As I approached she positioned herself in an age old pose: leaning back against the door frame, her profile to me, one knee bent back, her head and neck thrown back to emphasize her breasts. She took a drag on a cigarette and blew the smoke in a long cloud at the ceiling. I had an instant hard-on just looking at her. The mood was changed instantly as she started coughing and choking. On what was a more positive point, I thought, she was trying to laugh at the same time.
I laughed with her and gave her a quick hug. We shut the door to the rest of the world behind us. She clung to me for a few moments before she smiled and asked: "You liked that didn't you. I could tell you thought I looked sexy. Isn't that what shady ladies are supposed to look like?"
I could hear her words and see the smile she was trying to keep on her face, but the look in her eyes was pure fear. Trying to keep the tone light, I asked: "I don't think you could help but be sexy. You're beautiful. But are you a shady lady now?" The smile faded and she spoke to the floor: "No! Lucinda says I'm gonna be a fucking cunt... , a cum swallowing, buttfucking, cunt licking whore!" She dissolved into tears and I hugged her while her body was wracked with sobs. It took several minutes until she cried herself out.
When she was down to snuffling, I held her away from me and hunched down to look her in the face. "Hey!", I told her: "You're not a whore. You're a sexy wonderful girl who is being forced to work as a whore. The fact that it still hurts inside means you're still fighting it. You're not all those things as long as you keep fighting it. The General is messing with your head. He's trying to break you into becoming a whore."
She spoke vehemently: "If I ever get away, I never want to be sexy again for the rest of my life."
"You mean you're going to sew it up and join a convent?" I asked. "That seems like a waste of your life. You don't strike me as the deeply religious type. Are you really gonna let that bastard destroy you and any hope for happiness. You don't have to do that. Yeah, you're stuck whoring for a while, but it doesn't have to be the end of the world."
She looked up at me with wide eyes. "What do you mean it's not the end of the world. It's the end of my world. You know what happened to those Chinese women. We're going to wind up the same way. I might as well be dead now... the sooner the better." The tears started again.
When she quieted again, I told her: "You just might get your wish, but I'm trying to get us out of here alive. I'm useful to the general right now too, but it's not going to last forever. I can assure you Dr. Arkan gets just as much fun out of torturing a man as he does a woman. Just be ready and willing to move fast when I get word, okay? Whoring isn't going to be a long term occupation for you. I promise."
"You really mean that? Promise?" she managed to get out between snuffles.
"I promise!" I said. To myself I thought: 'If it doesn't work out, then we're all dead anyway. I guess that could be seen as keeping my promise.' It was time to change the subject, so I asked: "What was all that whispering from Kristin about a mistress. I don't know if anyone else could hear it and even if they did hear it, I doubt they would understand it, but my mikes picked it up loud and clear."
Beth blushed clear down to her nipples. "Ohh goshhh, that's supposed to be a secret. That's so embarrassing." I couldn't help but smile at her reaction. "How about just telling me a little bit about it?" I asked.
Beth fussed and fidgeted, but eventually she was able to get out: "Kristin and I share an apartment. We had some really good friends over one night and the four of us got really drunk. We were playing truth or dare and I had to tell them my secret sexual fantasy was to be a sex slave. My fantasy was to be totally owned by a master who would make me do all kinds of sexual things. He would really love me a lot and I would do all these sexy things just for him. Kind of like the 'Story of O', you know? And, sometimes, I would go out on the internet and chat with people, telling them I was a sub, and they would tell me they were going to be my master and that I had to do things and, sometimes, I would do them and tell them about it. Like go to work without panties, or play with myself while I was talking with them, or stuff like that. One guy was really creepy and I had to cancel my account and change ISP's just to get rid of him, but mostly it was kinda fun and I would masturbate just fantasizing about what it would be like to be able to be a submissive with a loving master, 24 x 7."
"I even had a fantasy about losing my virginity in front of a big crowd of men who were all hot for me. And I told Kristin once and I guess she sort of remembered me talking about it."
"Tell me about the fantasy? I asked.
She hesitated and then said: "It wasn't like what happened last night at all. In my fantasy of how I would lose it, I was dressed in a beautiful white gown, on a huge white bed and my master was the one who was going to make love to me and he had all kinds of men who were just wearing robes and they could just look at me, but they couldn't touch me. My master would make beautiful love to me and the other men would get so excited they would play with themselves under their robes. And when my master and I had a big orgasm together, all the other men would get so excited that they would come all over each other at the same time."
"And then he would make me do all kinds of things, like put his thing in my mouth, and have sex in all kinds of positions and I would have all kinds of orgasms and every time I had an orgasm some of the men would be so excited that their things would squirt."
She looked at me and said: "Kinda silly isn't it?" I looked her straight in the eye and said: "No, I don't think it's silly. I think it's a great fantasy. I particularly like the idea about your master making beautiful love to you."
"Oh Gosh! That's what we're supposed to be doing isn't it? We have to fuck don't we?" she asked. I could see the tears were starting to come again. "No we don't have to 'fuck'. We could make love, if you want. Would you like to try that?" I asked her.
She stiffened and tried to pull away from me. "I don't know how. I mean I've never had all that many boyfriends and we never went... I mean I was a virgin until... uhmmm..." I asked: "How about girls? Have you ever had a... you know."
She quickly replied: "No way. I'm not that kind of girl. I mean, I think Kristin's bi-sexual, but she sleeps in her room and I sleep in mine and that's that. I mean, we hug each other, but it's just friendly stuff, it's not sexy! We don't kiss each other or stuff like that... ish, ewww, yuk, no, no!"
"What if your master ordered you to make love with a woman while he watched?", I asked.
Her response was immediate: "He would never do that!"
"But what if he did?" I insisted.
She shook her head and then bit her lip in thought. "I guess I'd have to do it and it would be okay, if the woman was nice like Patty and when we got really excited he would make love to me and she would just watch, 'cause I'm pretty sure Patty doesn't really like men and... and..."
"So you would make love to a woman, if your master wanted to watch?" I insisted again.
"I guess so." was her reply.
"What if he wanted you to make love to another man, while he watched?" I asked.
She started out with: "Well, he wouldn't..." and then she stopped to think. She continued: "Okay, I guess he could... And I would do it, you know, whoever, whatever, and it would prove my love for him. And the more I did it for him, the more he would love me."
"I think you've got the idea." I told her. "I am hereby apply for the position of Master of Beth. I would like to try to make beautiful love to you. Do you accept?"
"Oh Gosh! Ummmm, I'm really sore down there and... I... ummmmm... I don't know how to make love. I don't know..." was the most she could say.
"Well, let's give it a try." I suggested. "If you really don't like it, you can stop me and we'll just spend the rest of the time playing cards or something. Or I can go away and maybe the next guy will be more to your liking?"
"Oh no! Please don't go away! I mean, you seem really nice and you speak English and..." again she ran out of words. "Okay, but please go slow... please?"
"I raised my head so I was looking down into her eyes. "Your master promises he will do his best to pleasure you. Now lie back on the bed and grab hold of the railings of the headboard." I waited until she was in position and then slipped a pillow under her hips. I explained to her: "I want you to pretend your wrists are bound to the bed. You cannot let your elbows go below your neck. Okay?"
She looked rather dubious, but nodded her assent.
"Now pull your knees up to your chest... NO! Spread your knees wide apart, your master wants to see your pussy."
She complied and blushed heavily. I told her: "You have a beautiful pussy. I like the shaving job you've done. I want you to keep it like this for me."
Her face saddened and she said: "I have to anyway. All the General's whores have to be like that."
I sat on the bed next to her hips and brought my face close to hers. "No, you weren't listening. That could get you a punishment in the future." That got her attention. "I said: 'I want you to keep it like this for me.' I didn't say anything about the General. When you are shaving yourself. I want you to think of me and remember that you are preparing yourself for your master... , for me, not for the General. The General doesn't love you and he never will. I am offering to love you, if you will have me as your master. Will you do this for me?"
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