Pleasure of the Sultan

[Sterling7]

Too short for a standard submission, methinks, but I hope you will enjoy.

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She was bent over on her hands and knees.  She had been put there.
   Her dusky skin shimmered in the flickering of a single oil lamp. Her body had been scrubbed and oiled, soft and supple flesh contrasting with the leashed iron collar around her neck, the cold black shackles that held her ankles and wrists, the tight leather belt around her slim midriff. The voluptuous flare of her hips into that perfect swell of rump was revealed for prominent display.
   The room was uncomfortably hot.  Sweat dripped down her face and body as the sultan entered the room, already hard with anticipation of the breaking.
   “I hate this.” She whispered, hoarsely.  “I hate you.”
   He smiled at her discomfort, pulling down the waist of his pants to relieve the pressure on his engorged erection.
   “Why do you treat your wife with such dishonor?” She whispered. “Do not even the children of houses overthrown deserve more respect? Why will you not take me like a woman, but only… Only… Only there!-“ The last word was strangled in misery.
   His hands clenched the supple flesh of her backside, spreading the glorious fruit open.  As per his instruction, though the rest of her body was aesthetically oiled, her anal entry was dry.  This was good.
   He squeezed her buttocks, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
   “Because I hate you.”
   Nails pushed against her slick skin, leaving red traces where they dug into the flesh in his grip.
   “Because you hate to have your precious back entrance violated. Because it hurts you so much, and you resist each time I do it.”
   He slid the hard, hot length of his erection over the peaks of her bottom, hot hard flesh against hot, soft flesh.
   “I have twenty-three wives. Wives I cherish, and wives I lust after. Wives whose counsel I value, and wives who have given me many fine sons.”
   His hand drew back and came down on her bottom with a hard, heavy slap, making her cry out.
   “But nothing gives me quite the pleasure of making you cry, and making you bleed and suffer as I force you to receive me in your delicate bottom.”
   He bent over her to whisper in her ear.
   “Tonight, Afriel coaxed my jism into her mouth.  And then Janoos and Tika competed for my presence inside of their womanly gates.  And I took an alchemist’s draught just to insure my potency, so that I may rut inside your screaming body for hours before I leave my seed in your bowels.”
   Reaching around her body, he caught one hitching breast in hand and squeezed the tender orb until her flesh bulged between his fingers.
   “I will sodomize you. I will use you hard, and I will use you up. I will hurt and demean you, raze and ruin you, until I have had my fill. There is nothing you can do about it.  There is nothing you can do to stop me.  You will receive no mercy. Do you understand?”
   She began to cry.
   He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.  The collar tightened around her throat until she started to choke.
   “I am your sultan, husband, and master and you will answer me.  Do you understand your place here?”
   Gasping for breath, she croaked, “Yes, my sultan!…”
   “Good.” With the relase of her hair, her neck dropped forward, and the tightness around her throat eased.
   His rough fingers spread her oiled backside open once again, and the sultan’s massive cock pressed between her flanks to push against her anal entrance.  Delighted to find the passage still refused opening, he eased back slightly, and pushed forward.
   Harder. Still the tip was refused entry. He laughed, then lunged.
   The sudden pressure forced the spasming sphincter open as his wife cried out. But the sultan was taking his time. Once the head breached her defenses, he halted, then began pushing his enormous organ into the clenching passage inch by gradual inch, savoring the bound woman’s helplessness as he slowly penetrated the depths of her rectum.
   The penetration went on for what seemed like minutes, further and further into her cramping guts as her fists clenched in futility within her bondage. Finally his hips pushed against her broad posterior, flattening the globes as he arched against her, twisting his haunches in a circle against her oiled skin with a cruel growl of satisfaction.
   “I am deep inside your ass, bitch. I have entered you to take what is yours, and you can only submit.”
   She whimpered in misery, knowing it was true. Knowing that her suffering and debasement was only beginning.
   The withdrawal was equally slow as he savored the pulling of her backside with the removal of the hard staff of flesh it held unwillingly within it. She groaned in pain, arching her back as the sensitive tunnel felt like it was peeled by the sultan’s retreat.
   Then he slammed back into her all at once.
   She screamed as the rigid cock spasmed within her, seeming to grow within her guts as it speared into her body. Her sweat-slick body fell forward, her head dropping as she clenched her teeth in pain.
   Behind the submissively posed woman, the sultan admired how her flesh rippled as his hips slammed against it.  “Did that hurt?” He taunted.
   “You know it did, you bastard.” She moaned.
   “Good.  Take some more.”
   Another slow withdrawal. A pause, just long enough for her fear to peak, and then-
   Agony. Her luscious backside bounced as his cruel power drove him deep into her straining body.
   “AIIGH!”
   “Yes.  Sing for me, little bird.”
   He struck her flank with an open hand as he slammed into her upraised rump once more.
   “Sing for the cat as he tears you open.”
   His hands found a natural hold at her hips as he pulled her back into his thrust, her heavy backside adding its momentum to its own devastation.  Truly, the woman had been built for just such merciless sodomy. The slap of his hips on her bottom cut the stifling heat of the room.
   ‘Nuhhh!-“
   “That’s it.”
   “Ahh!”
   “I can feel your tight channel tearing open-“
   “Ahunh-!”
   “Surrendering to its rightful master.”
   “OH!-“
   “But I don’t want you to surrender.”
   “AH!-“
   “I want you to struggle against me.”
   “Ungh!-“
   “So I can destroy you.”
   “Nyunh!-“
   For a time, he raped her ass in silence- from his perspective, at least.  The punitive reaming continued to draw cries from the receptacle of his lust, as each rending penetration was intended. Her hips continued to be pulled and pushed like a ship caught between a storm and jagged rocks, glistening flesh bouncing as the sultan fought to push his conquering phallus deeper into his sobbing wife’s backside.
   He nearly withdrew, slapping his hand down on her rump, making her cringe.
   “Tighten it.”
   Her sphincter trembled against the invader.  His callused hand struck her flesh again.
   “Tighten it! Clench your ass.”
   One hand gripped her hip as the other methodically rained blows down upon her flank, each slap seeming harder than the last, ringing in the cloying tightness of the room. His wife began to weep as he beat her rump, the tip of his massive erection quivering within her as he struck her, over and over, a vicious half-smile, half-sneer contorting his face as he spanked her, covering her dusky buttock with scarlet impressions of his hand.
   Only when he was fully satisfied that the woman’s anus clenched his phallus with all her strength did he dein to seize her by the waist once more and slam her hips back, forcing her to be fully impaled on the raging steel hardness of his cock.
   “AYIIIIIH!”
   He looked down with a cruel smirk. Beneath the angry welting of her bottom, he withdrew slightly to witness a thin trickle of blood running down his throbbing length. He took the tear as a proof of his mastery over the wretched woman, and vowed it would not be the last time he tore her.
   Questing hands found where the belt went round her back and seized the leather. Using it as a handhold- as he had intended it when he ordered her to be dressed such- he threw her forward like a doll, then jerked her back once more.
   The angry smack of his hips against her bottom was music. As the belt drew taut around her narrow waist, she involuntarily constricted inside. The leather framed her bouncing rounded rump, target of his aggression, as he pulled in up like reins, digging the leather into her flesh as he sodomized her.
   His stance shifted him upward, allowing him to pound down into her clenching bottom, driving her head down towards the chains that kept her captive. As her back arched, one hand left the belt to tighten in the flesh of her buttock, pulling her flesh apart, questing to delve his manhood into some secret innermost sanctum that once sundered would render her broken and sub-human.
   Her face finally touched the floor, sending the shock of each new thrust through her more fiercely, unable to find a space to buck away from the penetration.
   One hand rested on her upper back, now, pinning her in her submission.  The other shifted inside of the belt, getting a tighter grip. Now with each thrust, he jerked up, cutting the belt  into her womanly belly, nearly lifting her before crushing her face against the cold stone floor. He cried out in fearsome joy as she screamed with each penetration.
   Her sphincter tore, pummeled by the might of his girth. Her inner passage rent as the brutal stabbing rape sought out new angles to conquer the quivering tract. The well-beaten ass bounced, never coming to rest as her flesh absorbed thrust after thrust from its master.
Blood streamed down her inner thighs, and the sultan rejoiced to know how much he was damaging her.
  Her waist bent and her back arched painfully, unnaturally, as the sultan leaned and pushed ever forward and downward to lend power to the devastating pounding he was inflicting upon her bowels.  A red haze was upon him as her screaming echoed in his ears, his focus only on the succulent bouncing of the woman’s derriere as his phallus tore through the increasingly razed channel betwixt her plump buttocks.
  His elbows dropped onto her lower back as he pulled up on the belt with both hands, seeking to crush her inside as he hammered against and into her sobbing, seizing body as the sweat poured down from them both.
  “Mercy!” She shrieked, air coming fitfully to her lungs.  “Mercy, oh sultan, I will surely die!-“
He slowed- but only to give more intensity to each lunge, blows delivered by his whole body into her tenderest innermost spaces.
  Such a cruel spectacle was this; the large, muscular man’s calves and thighs bulged as his buttocks flexed, ramming home the great girth of his manhood into the slight frame of the woman beneath him.  Her full breasts jerked with each terrible, rutting thrust, smashing her rippling bottom, pounding her like the most unfortunate nail into the ground, the leather shaking with the ruthless force it brought to bear against her constricted midriff. The tears flooding across the beautiful woman’s face, caught in a rictus of agony, gazing up from the ground to beseech mercy of some power that failed to offer rescue. The remorseless joy on the man’s face, contemplating raping her even to death, to end her miserable existence in pain and degredation beneath him in ultimate subservience.
  But even such mercy to his unfortunate wife was beneath him.
  Reaching around her, he unbuckled the belt and seized it in one hand.  As his climax mounted, he drew back a mighty arm and began to use the thick leather to whip her supple back.
It took the sultan a long time to come.
  As the soft skin across her shoulderblades split open to the leather, he finally shot his jism deep inside his sobbing wife’s bowels, each spurt another fearsome crack opening her soft skin.
He pulled out of her back way with a grunt, smacking her quivering buttock with his still rigid erection.  The marks of her cruel use were clear on her back and bottom, streaming down her splayed thighs, decorations that kindled the still smoldering passion of destruction within the sultan.
  “Your guts swim with my seed, you cry out that you might die, and yet, even still, I think you have not suffered enough for my pleasure tonight…”
  She wailed softly into the ground, body shaking.
  “I shall fetch the eunuchs to whip your breasts before I take you again.  When I return, perhaps if your begging amuses me sufficiently, I shall deign to penetrate your womanhood rather than your bottom. Practice your groveling, worm.”
  And the daughter of royals, hindquarters raised in submission like an animal, blood dripping from her flayed back and blood and semen drying inside her rectum, thanked the sultan for his kindness.

[Sprayman]

Well done Sterling. Excellent story!

[Quixote]

Absolutely beautiful.