The Sultry Sultan and the Nagging Nun Part I

“This land is very dangerous, Sister,” said the driver glancing around nervously. “Must we rush forward with no concern for the welfare of the other sisters?”

“We have to be in Azura by nightfall,” Caro snapped, without moving from her position by the window. She refused to lift her eyes from the hopeless desert that was flying back behind the van as it sped along.

“Mary Caroline, must you be so rude?” said a young nun who sat directly behind Caro. She turned.

“Yes, Sister Agatha, I must. I can see where your boss may not care for deadlines but mine does. So if you don’t mind, I’ll keep my schedule.”

“But, Sister,” the driver said again. “This is Sultan Altonius’ land. We must hurry through. Surely you’ve heard of him?”

Caro didn’t feel the urge to mention that while she traveled amidst nuns, that she wasn’t a sister. She was only here because of her nagging older brother, Father Joseph Wallace. When he’d heard that she was coming to the outskirts of the Gobi Desert, he had insisted that she accompany his group of nuns, who were heading there on a mission trip. Of those nuns, Sister Agatha, happened to be Caro’s youngest sister.

Caro was used to traveling all over the world. She was a photographer. The money was good, and she saw things most people only dreamt about. She had a nice apartment and the best thing of all was that it didn’t require taking a vow of celibacy.

Boy, was there ever a place she would rather be than trapped in a van speeding through the desert with a half-dozen nuns.

“We’ve heard of the fierce sultan. We have to be in Azura by nightfall,” she answered again.

“Then you know if his lust for women. He kidnaps beautiful women and whisks them away to his harem. You must be very careful, Sisters. Your habits will not protect you here, but rather will make you more enticing.”

“Thank you, kind sir, for all of your help,” Agatha said kindly. “We appreciate the warning.”

“And if you are caught, you must submit to his will, ladies, please remember that. If he commands you to lay with him, lay with him. Do not fight. Your chastity is not worth your life,” he said quietly.

“We shall be fine.”

“His palace is large, but there is no escape. Do not even think about it.”

“Caroline, why is he speaking like that?” Agatha demanded.

But Caro wasn’t listening, instead she was craning forward toward the roadblock with two armed guards. The van slowed with the inevitable knowledge of what was about to happen.

“He’s sold us, Agatha,” Caro said softly. “He’s sold us to the sultan.”

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The man was disgusting. Standing barely five feet, he was the most disgusting exhibit of manhood one had ever seen. His greasy black hair was slicked back to form an oily ponytail. He wore numerous gold chains that lost themselves in the massive chest hair that remained exposed through the unbuttoned linen suit he wore. He may have looked like a poor imitation but there was no denying that he was in command of everything that happened in his palace.

When his guard approached, he broke away from his conversation with his new confident to look at the shipment being dragged into the main room of the palace.

“Sir, we found seven,” the guard said bowing to his sultan.

“Bring them forward. Let me see them,” the sultan commanded, going to his favorite chair and sitting. The chair was on a raised platform and added to the significance of the sultan title.

The seven women were brought forth and the burlap sacks were removed from their faces. They still remained bound and gagged but now that they could see their surroundings, six of them stopped struggling. The last, and probably the most beautiful continued to fight and spit curse words at her keepers.

“What have we here?” demanded the sultan as the gags were removed from all of the women except the seventh. Her blue eyes were daring anyone to touch her. “It is a rarity to have such beautiful women in my palace. Where are you from?”

One of the guards removed the gag from Agatha. “America.”

“American beauties in my kingdom. What were you doing here?”

“We are on a mission trip to spread the word of God,” Agatha kept her eyes bowed.

The sultan smiled, and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. “You are far too beautiful to be promised to a man who cannot satisfy your every need.”

“God can satisfy me in ways a mortal man never could.”

The sultan laughed. “You amuse me, beautiful. You will be mine. She is mine tonight.”

A look of sheer terror came over Agatha’s face as two guards appeared to drag her off.

“No!” Caro screamed as she watched her sister being moved. She began to kick even more furiously.

“And who is this one?” demanded the sultan, moving down the row to where Caro stood kicking and fighting to get away. “She is a wild one, is she not?”

“Fuck you,” Caro spit.

The sultan’s hand landed hard against Caro’s face.

“Such insolence will not be tolerated. You will submit to me or suffer for it,” the sultan said. “Now, which will it be? Love or violence?”

“Violence!” Caro spit.

“So be it.”

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Caro lost track of how many days she’d been imprisoned in the basement of the palace. She merely remembered lash after lash of the whip against her skin. Then she was left chained to the wall for days.

When the door creaked open, she flinched.

“Is she still alive?” demanded a voice that she hadn’t heard before.

“Yes,” came the somber answer.

“Then release her. Have her washed and brought to my room. The sultan has decided to release her to me for further punishment.”

Caro wasn’t sure what was meant by the last, the only thing she could recall was the release from the irons. She fell limp into the guards hands as he carried her away.

When she awoke, she lay in a bed filled with satin pillows and silk sheets. She had never felt so rested in her life. Even her back wasn’t hurting. She forced an eye open.

“She is awake!”

A beautiful woman leaned over Caro. She was topless and her bare breasts rubbed against Caro’s face.

“Hello, beautiful. We have been waiting for you to awaken. Come, my beauty, you must drink.”

Caro didn’t know why she trusted the woman, but she did. She sat up and noticed that she was in the middle of a large room, completely surrounded by women. All were gloriously topless and their breasts glistened from the light shinning through the huge windows. Caro realized that she was in a harem. A real life harem.

As she fully awoke, she could feel fingers on her skin. They stroked her flat stomach and her large round tits. Her nipples pebbled in arousal.

“She is very responsive, this one,” said the same calm female voice. “Look at her nipples.”

“She is already wet,” as if to prove the point of another speaker, Caro felt fingers on her clit. She groaned and stretched toward the touch.

“Alakisa, do not touch her. She is for Alexander. She is not property of the sultan.”

“Surely, it cannot hurt,” the second woman, who was continuing to finger Caro lightly. She too was beautiful with dark black hair and dark eyes. Unlike the other women, she was completely naked, without the benefit of a long flowing gossamer skirt as the other women. “She is not a virgin.”

“That does not matter,” the first woman chided. “She is not ours.”

Alakisa pouted for a minute. “Then I shall give her just one kiss.”

Before the first woman could stop her, Alakisa was spreading Caro’s legs far apart and kneeling between them. She grazed her hard nipples over the inside of Caro’s thighs, before nizzles Ca
ro’s wet pussy lips.

Caro groaned.

Then Alakisa’s skillful mouth lapped at Caro’s clit with a fervor. She wrapped her lips around the now hardened and throbbing clit and sucked gently.

Caro squeezed and li
fted her hips to Alakisa’s hungry mouth. “Yes…yes…yes…”

“Alaksia, what have you done?” demanded the first voice, but even as she said it, she lowered her mouth to one of Caro’s nipples and began to flick it with her tongue.

Caro had never had this much pleasure in her life, and she was still in a drug-like state. She had yet to realize what was entirely going on.

Her first shivers of climax were upon her, as she was lost in a world of sensation. Alakisa was very skilled as her tongue delved into Caro’s most sacred entrance. Caro screamed in enjoyment as she was well serviced by both women. As she convulsed on and her gooey cum flooded Alakisa’s face, she felt the after shock and smiled.

“Where am I?”

“You in the sultan’s harem. I am your guide, Calyandra. This is Alakisa. My daughter.”

Part II coming soon…