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“One foot right in front of the other!”
His erection was unbearable. He glanced at her
waist, her thighs, her tense legs, and finally could
not take his eyes off her breasts, which shook slightly
with each step she took. His hand moved unconsciously
to his member.
“Look me in the eye!” He said
He saw desperation and bitterness.
“What does a Christian feel when she wears no
clothes and shows all her nakedness to an infidel?”
Silence.
He made her walk to the door and back six times.
“On your knees,” he ordered finally, pointing to the
floor between his open legs.
He ran the tip of his long wooden stick down her
face and lifted the flowing hair back over her shoulders.
He lifted her chin.
“Put your tongue out!”
The sensual lips parted slightly to reveal two white
teeth and a delicate tongue, pink like her nipples...
“Lick.” He said, holding the large seal on his ring
near her mouth. “It is the sign of the Prophet.”
Isabel hesitated, but remembered the girl in the corner
and the corpses hanging from the walls of San
Esteban and she obeyed.
Al-Rashid put two fingers into her mouth.
”Suck.” He ordered. Isabel looked puzzled.
“Harder...”
Perfect. A shudder of pleasure ran down the Arab’s
body as he imagined the long nights of physical
excess that her mouth would give him. He liked to
wake up in the morning and be sucked by a Christian
slave.
“Why did you refuse to be my wife?” He asked,
lifting her chin again.
Isabel dropped her gaze but did not reply.
“Answer when I speak to you!” Shouted Al-Rashid,
knocking her to ground with a sudden, unexpected
blow.
“A Christian woman does not share her husband.”
She replied, sucking at her bleeding lip.
“And what about a Christian slave? Does a slave
share her Master? Answer!”
“I... I suppose so...”
“You did not wish to be my wife and now you are
my slave! Do you understand?”
Isabel’s eyes filled with tears.
“You have heard, I think, of the ways in which our
Christian slaves serve us?”
Isabel nodded slowly...
“You have heard?”
“Yes...” The prisoner replied, scarcely audibly.
“And what are these ways? Answer!”
Isabel took a deep breath. What was the point in
lying now?
She looked beautiful to Al-Rashid, with a pink flush
on her cheeks, her hair out of place and her eyes filled
with tears.
“They serve their masters.”
“Yes. I am your Master. Address me as Master in
future. And in what ways must you serve me?”
Isabel sobbed.
“Master, I beg you. Do not force me to say it!”
“Answer! How does a slave serve her Master?”
“With everything she has, Master!”
“Excellent reply! She gives him everything she
possesses.”
Al-Rashid lifted his hand to the girl’s lips. They
were thick, sensual, swollen... It is a pleasure, he
reflected, to strike a woman...
“One of the things a slave possesses is her lips, is
that not correct?”
“Yes, Master.”
The fingers pressed into the mouth and found her
tongue.
“And does a slave serve with her tongue?”
“Yes, Master.” Isabel replied. She was beginning
to tremble.
“And how can a slave serve with her mouth?”
He was enjoying the slow, humiliating conversation.
There was no hurry...
“Kissing...” She managed to mumble.
“And?”
“And... licking... And sucking...”
“Very good! You have a lot of imagination for a
chaste Christian girl. Now tell me: What part of your
Master are you going to serve now with your slave’s
mouth?”
Sobbing, infinite shame...
Al-Rashid stopped stroking her lips and lowered
his hand. For the first time he touched her breasts...
“Answer, slave!” He shouted, pinching her left nipple
brutally.
Isabel cried out in pain. She shuddered at this first
intimate contact. What part of the pig’s anatomy
could she kiss without feeling nauseous? She had to
reply, quickly!
“The hand!” She shouted as he squeezed her right
nipple.
“What else?”
Her head was spinning. The mouth? No. The nipples?
The ears? The feet?
“The feet, Master!”
“That is acceptable. You may begin now.”
Al-Rashid watched as she crouched down. It was
not easy for her with her arms tied back. He stared
at her raised bottom, with the deep line down the
middle. It was irresistible.
He lay back, stretched out his legs and enjoyed his
first timid contact with her lips and tongue.
“Wet your lips and lick me good! Do it as if it your
life depended on it, because it does. Lick everywhere
- between the toes, on the sole, on the ankles. Lick
like the Christian dog you are...”
It was a degrading experience for Isabel. She was
naked, tied up and on her knees in front of the en-