Make It Hurt, Please: Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Susan Doku

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Teaser:

The Sheik had had her caned that evening; ten strokes had been inflicted on her buttocks by his eldest wife, a dark-skinned, voluptuous women of thirty; beautiful, though now beginning to run to fatness. Ellen groaned as she remembered the heavy strokes searing into her backside as she was held down by two of the serving maids after the evening meal, her briefs and the long, transparent pantaloons down about her ankles. It was the first time she had received punishment at the hands of Halimah and she wasn't sure which she feared most that heavy-fleshed arm slashing a cane into her bared buttocks, or the vicious bite of the short, thin whip wielded by the massive eunuch who was in charge of the women of the harem.

She groped out in the darkness and switched on the bedside lamp, the dim pink glow barely penetrating beyond the big square bed. She touched her moist breasts, cupping the fullsome globes to test their weight before running her hands down the front of her sweaty body to the soft belly. She dug her fingers in and grimaced when she found the beginnings of a spare tire developing round her middle, evidence of the rich food and indolent living of the past five months.

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Make It Hurt, Please

Susan Doku

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

The Sheik had had her caned that evening; ten strokes had been inflicted on her buttocks by his eldest wife, a dark-skinned, voluptuous women of thirty; beautiful, though now beginning to run to fatness. Ellen groaned as she remembered the heavy strokes searing into her backside as she was held down by two of the serving maids after the evening meal, her briefs and the long, transparent pantaloons down about her ankles. It was the first time she had received punishment at the hands of Halimah and she wasn't sure which she feared most that heavy-fleshed arm slashing a cane into her bared buttocks, or the vicious bite of the short, thin whip wielded by the massive eunuch who was in charge of the women of the harem.

She groped out in the darkness and switched on the bedside lamp, the dim pink glow barely penetrating beyond the big square bed. She touched her moist breasts, cupping the fullsome globes to test their weight before running her hands down the front of her sweaty body to the soft belly. She dug her fingers in and grimaced when she found the beginnings of a spare tire developing round her middle, evidence of the rich food and indolent living of the past five months.

She looked up and saw that the blades of the ceiling fan had ceased to turn. "Must get some air," she muttered, padding silently past the other three beds in the long room towards the windows.

As noiselessly as possible, she unlocked the wooden shutters and pushed open the french windows, breathing deeply of the cool night air as she moved out onto the balcony. She leaned on the balustrade, a soft breeze caressing her hot skin, and looked out over the palace courtyard, past the gates, to the dry, undulating sand and low-lying hills beyond, thrown into relief by a waning moon, now out of sight on the other side of the palace.

She watched the two shadows moving back and forth on the battlements over the gates and was reminded of her futile attempt to escape. It had been in the first month of her sojourn at the palace since being brought from England by the Sheik Ibrahim Hussein ben Sulleinman. He had flown her from Rabat in his private plane and she had had no idea how far they were from civilization; two hundred miles from Rabat, with only sand and hills between, her chances of running into anything approaching civilization almost nil.

They had found her and brought her back, exhausted after a few hours wandering under the broiling sun among the dunes. Brought her back and pampered her, three serving women bathing her and anointing her body with scented oils; she had been fed and made to rest in her bed for the rest of that day. The following morning the same three women had roused her and taken her down to the courtyard, stripped her, and tied her to a whipping post. Then, with the guards and other male servants in the vicinity keeping their backs turned, she had been given twenty lashes of the whip on her back and buttocks by the chief eunuch.

Before the three women had carried her away to tend her wounds, her lord and master had quietly warned her that the punishment would be doubled if she made any more attempts.

Even after five months, her life there seemed unreal. At the palace, East met West and past ages mingled with modern times. Inside were all the conveniences of modern Western civilization, yet the old Eastern customs were adhered to; the clothing and the eunuchs with their whips, the dancing girls, the drapes and long, tasseled cushions reminding Ellen of the Arabian Nights.

The Sheik himself had been educated in England; highly civilized and speaking cultured English, he yet retained all the characteristics of the ancient Eastern potentate, especially in his treatment of women, although his four wives seemed to travel freely and wore Western clothes whenever they left in the private plane from the small landing strip at the rear of the palace.

Ellen herself had now become one of the office concubines. She smiled grimly when she though about the number of girls who would have give their eye teeth to have been in her position apart from the beatings and have nothing to do but eat and keep themselves beautiful in readiness for when the Sheik called on them to share his bed. She would have given her eye teeth to be back in England, especially in the luxury flat she had shared with Ken Winters.

The name started her on a new train of thought. If it had not been for her own treachery in two-timing him with other men, she would not have been in the position in which she now found herself.

Incongruously, it had been her love of being beaten before intercourse combined with her sheer lust for sex, that had led her to seek other men whenever Ken was away on a business trip for a couple of days. She had thought he'd had no interest in flagellation, and that was the only excuse she could offer even herself, for he had always been very kind to her and more than adequate as a lover.

Inevitably, she had been found out and he had shown his love by forgiving her. It was then that she had made her worst mistake by thinking she could twist him round her finger and not only have her cake, but eat it as well. She had suggested that she still have her other two boyfriends occasionally, but away from the flat 'so as not to upset him.' What happened then was the beginning of her present situation.

Ken and his beautiful blonde cousin, Gloria, had bundled her into a car and taken her down to his parents' country house. There, he had shown how ruthless he could be by keeping her prisoner, with he and Gloria administering frequent thrashings, until finally sending for an old school-friend of his the Sheik to take her back with him.

She wondered what Ken and Gloria were doing, unable to feel any real animosity towards them for their treatment of her, knowing she had deserved what she got. Now she was getting more thrashings than she cared to handle; thrashings over which she had no control and few of them for love. The Sheik himself was fond of giving her a mild caning, or having one of his other women beat her in front of him before fucking her. She still found it very embarrassing when it was done by another woman, but apart from that, had no real objection, even though he preferred to have anal intercourse with her; he had a massive penis and pain was always attendant upon his penetration of her bottom, but, one way or another, she always managed to achieve orgasm and it was SEX!

Other beatings were far less pleasant and she was constantly breaking taboos about which she knew nothing. The chief eunuch had a great fondness of using his whip on the women of the harem at the slightest excuse. He delighted in walking among them, flicking his whip across a pretty bottom or a pair of shapely bare thighs. Ellen had her doubts as to whether he was indeed a eunuch, the way his eyes gleamed and his face split into a wide grin whenever he had a woman to thrash properly, even assisting in her stripping.

The four wives had separate apartments in the palace and were beaten only occasionally when they had apparently really incurred their husband's displeasure, and generally took their punishment in the privacy of their own apartments. However, they in their turn were constantly venting their spite and petty jealousies on the other women who shared the Sheik's bed. Their status was such that they could beat them or have them beaten whenever they considered it was deserved, which meant whenever they felt like thinking up an excuse. Whether at the Sheik's instigation, or because of her very white skin, Ellen fell in for more than her fair share of punishment.

Her bottom ached from the caning and she straightened and traced the hot ridges of the weals with her finger-tips. Her eyes filled with tears of remorse and self-pity as she turned and went back into the bedroom, passing the other three sleeping occupants with whom she had very little contact because of the language barrier, only two of them knowing a few halting words of English.

She climbed stiffly on to her bed and switched off the lamp, settling down on her stomach. She would have given a lot to have the last six months of her life to live over again she would have given a lot more for the chance to be back in the cosy London flat.

CHAPTER TWO

"THESE LAST FEW MONTHS have been marvellous, darling." Gloria looked round regretfully as Ken deposited their cases in the hall. "I've always loved this old house I'm going to miss it."

"Me, too. But with the servants coming in tomorrow to prepare for my parents' homecoming on the week-end, our style would be somewhat cramped, to say the least."